The moments before us fly No matter how hard we try We flounder under the scorching sun Like an old widow’s only son We scramble for the barrel’s brim When our chances get slim Looking for someone who cares
Sweating and gasping for breath We scurry the earth’s length and breadth We search hard as tho’ for wild boar Because we think we are poor We live in our own snares Thinking no one cares
But who says so? Not so, for we have a soul Who has a maker Greater than the baker Who cares for us all! Jesus, cares for all!!
