Tic tock, passes the hands of time...
Looking to the future, as the present unwinds.
Through the hour glass slips the grains of sand.
Why life continues this way, I do not understand.
As the weeks turn into months, I long to go home...
With the loving presence of God, I will never be alone.
While, you find your happiness with the lust of the flesh.
In the loving arms of Father God, I shall find my rest.
One day, before it is too late, I hope you will see...
That Christ loves you just as much, as he has shown me.