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.