Why does the world spin away?
Each clock beats out a broken tune,
hands hold on to nothing,
minutes splinter in the sight of daisies—
there are no hours long enough for me;
I was made for You, O God from everlasting.
Why does the world spin away?
Each clock beats out a broken tune,
hands hold on to nothing,
minutes splinter in the sight of daisies—
there are no hours long enough for me;
I was made for You, O God from everlasting.