amy grant
our time is now
january february march the days are marching forward april may june and july they fly like a hummingbird august september october the year is almost over november december arrive another year come and gone time is illusion time is a curse time is all these things and worse but our time is now ohhhhh yes our time is now ohhhhh let us sing before our time runs out the sound of your laughter your smile these things are never changing but monday i blink and it's friday i wish we could slow it down saturday sunday now monday another week starting over seconds to minutes to hours here's what i've found time is illusion time is a curse time is all these things and worse but our time is now ohhhhh yes our time is now ohhhhh let us sing before our time runs out i wanna sing before my time runs out