Drifting away is the sand of time
Lost forever as you grow old
Spring, summer gone in autumn you dwell
Bitter winter reaching with icy fingers cold
A chilling wind is now whispering
Of time disappearing so fast
Are you ready for eternity
For next breath you take might well be your very last
Chorus
Drifting away, time is drifting away
The breath in your body no longer may stay
The Lord could call for you this very day
Your soul to eternity drifting away
Are you ready for Him to call now
Is your dear soul prepared to go
Have you been washed in His precious blood
And the blackness of your sin made whiter than snow
Tomorrow is not promised to you
Although He has given you this day
The sand of time is nearly all poured
Last breath of your body will be drifting away
Chorus
Drifting away, time is drifting away
The breath in your body no longer may stay
The Lord could call for you this very day
Your soul to eternity drifting away
Colin Moffett
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