Its hard for me to rest and relax
Cause the clock keeps slowly tickin away
The sun goes down, the stars arise
I sleep for a little while
The sun comes up on another day
I toil and labor for a little while on earth
Then I will disappear into the great Heavens above
I'll say goodbye to my guitar and all the ones I love
And go to my eternal resting place
There's so much to do, and so little time
The thought of standin before the Lord
Is always on my mind
Trying to do good, as long as I have breath
Before my life fades away in death
He gave us all a talent, and expects a good return
What portion of our work, won't end up getting burned?
He reaps what He has not sown, and it's said that He is stern
He gave us all a talent and expects a good return