Nothing New
As we move ahead, somehow we fall behind.
Moving onto new ground and then we realize
we're standing on the brink of where we stood before.
There's nothing new under the Sun.
Still, we think there's more.
Seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days.
Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years.
Years come and go. Young turns to old. Life turns to death.
Then where...where do we go?
What about God? What about the One
who made you and knows you and loves you?
Maybe there's a purpose, a plan that comes from above. Still...
Seconds turn to minutes, turn to hours, turn to days.
Days turn to weeks, turn to months, turn to years.
Years come and go. Young turns to old. Life turns to death.
Then where...where do we go?
What about God? What about the One
who made you and knows you and loves you?
Maybe there's a purpose, a plan that comes from above.
Could you be wrong? Could there be more
than owning and owing and moaning?
Maybe this world and its ways mean nothing at all.
As we move ahead, somehow we fall behind.
Moving onto new ground and then we realize
we're standing on the brink of where we stood before.
There's nothing new under the Sun.
Still, we think there's more.
What about God? What about the One
who made you and knows you and loves you?
Maybe there's a purpose, a plan that comes from above.
Still, seconds turn to minutes turn to hours turn to days.