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?