Seconds slip right through my hands
Hard to hold as grains of sand
Dust to dust the life of man
What's it really for?
The only things of consequence
Are seconds when I catch a glimpse
Of Heaven in the present tense
A glimpse of what's in store
Till You're all I see
All to me
Till the walls of faith give way
Till You're all I see
All to me
Till You call me home to stay
Preacher says I'll get a crown
Be dressed inside a kingly gown
And then I'll throw my trophies down
Before Your worthy feet
But I don't want a crown of gold
It wasn't gold that bought my soul
Just let my eyes at last behold
The eyes that pitied me
