While the Clock of Life Still Ticks

As the days go by, time slips away,
Like fine sand in hands that let go,
Each second that passes revolts us,
For time is the master, it does not go back.

And in the blind rush, where life goes,
We forget the eternal, the doors loosen,
And to the master of time, prayers do not return,
We seek meaning, but it slips away.

But, oh man who defies time,
Take a moment, listen to the voice that calls,
While there is time, while the day shines.

For the master of time, in his love, calls out,
For you to seek him in the peace that guides you,
Before time ends and silence ignites.