Time moves quickly
life moves fast
Once the Genie is out of the bottle
You can’t put it back.
The good or the bad
what has come it will pass
A distraction to deceive us
from those things that last
What is important now
will be trivial then
But only when we’re old
do we seem to understand
Life is not breath
nor pleasure or work
Life is embracing the light
and sharing his worth
Time is an illusion
a gift given to see
the shapes of once was
And the things that are to be
No earthly power, position
or treasure can save
We all have an appointment
With death and the grave
The purpose of life
is not monuments of stone
but to know and to worship
Jesus alone
Bios or Zoe
The focus is yours
Time is a ticking
deaths crouched at the door
Time moves quickly
Life moves fast
Once the Genie is out of the bottle
You can’t put it back.