اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Slips Away...
Hour after hour,
Day after day,
The grains of sand
have slipped through my hands,
The grains of sand
have slipped away.
I work and work
but all is in vain,
All my labor my toil
washed by rain,
I look and see
it's not only me,
Corruption and distortion
throughout all mankind.
I've torin the cloth
the edges are frayed,
Only in Christ
will I succeed,
Falling into your arms of grace,
Forgiveness found in your gaze.
Time is a precious resource.
In the end we'll all run dry,
Where will you be
when the sands of time run out?
We must ask ourselves
where will we be?
