Time is Ticking Away
The clock is ticking on the wall
It sounds so steady after all
I just have to wonder why
It seems to me the time does fly
I’m rushing here and rushing there
I can’t quite find anytime to spare
Where does it start – in my mind?
Or could it be that I’m half blind?
Blinded by the senseless stuff I feel that I must do
Have I forgotten that the most important thing is spending time with You?
To gain your great perspective and catch a glimpse of You
I’ll surrender all my time and trust You’ll see me through.
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