A thousand years, a day
A day, a thousand years
Whoever said,
“Time is a racer”
Never waited on the Creator
In a thousand years, I’ll be dead
Molecules spread by the acre
Tool returned to his Inventor
Days measured in smoke
Years are burnt grass
Decades a pile of foam
Patience flies and I watch it flow
Sand in a too-quick hourglass
Couldn’t You just send a note?
A thousand years, a day
A day, a thousand years
Eyes by darkness screened
Cotton plugs my ears
Lying senseless in the dust
Are we even seen?
Do You really hear?
Are You worthy of trust?
Who pulls back the seas?
Who named the stars?
Who cornered the ground?
It’s not me,
Not by far
Cover my mouth
A day a thousand years,
A thousand years a day
King of all fear
Leaves nothing to say
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