Time rushes as torrents of rapid fire. Pushing seconds out of the way
To comfort and relieve my heart’s desire to listen to the prayers I often pray.
Then from God’s own mouth He whispers – take my hand and follow me,
I will always be here for you. I have died to set you free.
The hourglass will soon be empty. No more sand will enter there,
But the hope of something better, He has promised to prepare.
Time will hold no pressure for me. He has heard my pleading cries.
And true life eternal gives me. I now close my weary eyes.