It's About Time
We hurry and scurry, we're strapped to our clocks
Our lives are measured in ticks and tocks
We're all in a rat race, like it or not
And none of us know how much time we've got
Our days stream away in a downward spill
And you can't push that stream back up the hill.
Our tick tocks continue at night and all day
Even while sleeping our time slips away
You may think life's a journey, you're just passing through
Or you're here to save sinners, like He called you to do.
If you're one of the latter don't fiddle with fate
Your tick tocks are sure to run out if you wait.
You'll never be sure how you got here, or why?
Were you made out of clay, or just fall from the sky?
But you'll know when you're done and no longer exist
When they take that Tick Tocking clock off your wrist.
Copyright © Phil Organ | Year Posted 2020
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