Life has its ups and its downs,
We move forward and backward,
Sometimes with each breeze.
But we're not carousels
going round and round,
Neither should we be easily moved
like the leaves in the trees.
God forbid my standing idly by
and not doing the very best I can,
While the world passes me by,
and the " Sands of Time"
slip through my hands.
I often strive to find a reason
for the way things seem to go, so wrong
and I usually find I'm the center of that problem, and have been all along.
But deliver me from the attitude
that I'm the only bad luck man,
and neglect an unfortunate Brother,
While the "Sands of Time",
slip through my hands.
Let me always keep my wits about me
and not to languish and linger,
Missing opportunities to serve,
on the right and on my left,
While the shifting "Sands of Time"
slip through my fingers.
Take the time to hear the story of an unfortunate, facing life's defeat,
His whole future may depend on you,
Please do not let his, Life's
"Sands of Times" go by your impatient feet.
It only takes a small moment
of your eternity, your time,
to lift someone who's fallen,
under life's strife, a simple lift, a tug,
you may have him on his way in no time,
and halt the fleeting
"Sands of Time" in this man's life.
A smile, a soft spoken word of kindness,
in a moment of trouble or pain,
may save a soul from destruction,
in this impatient world of get and gain.
Give a little, bend a little,
your time is not your own,
it belongs to a needy sister,
and the shifting, sifting,
"Sands of Time" go on and on.
