I, now 14 years old, time passing me by,

do I wait or do I fly?

i think it’s going to fast, i’m only in the midst

this my life, i must make the most of it.

treasure each moment and i cannot loose,

but all the time i consider hitting snooze,

no! flee the thought, make the time count,

do not be dreary, no long face,

i mustn’t pout,

here i am busy again,

do i stand tall or sit in my den?

no! flee the thought, make the time count.

Awake for Christ,  sound the alarm,

time seems to stop, as i make my way through the storm,

keep going, oh how i feel faint,

i think i will drop, no more dreams as a saint,

no! flee the thought,  make the time count,

get up for the Lord,  now don’t you see,

stop wandering in meaningless fret,

He for you was nailed to a tree,

keep going.