It is now and then and here and gone,

Precious and wasted, promised and strained,

Extended and boastful, epic and drained.

It is manmade, unrecognized by God.

 

The moment, the rhythm, the beat in the song,

A pause, a gap, a wanting, a dream,

The breathe of a baby, the length of a dream.

It is manmade, unrecognized by God.

 

She is so young, he is so old,

But life is a blink, a reference of time,

What stands for an eon? Are we so blind?

It is manmade, unrecognized by God.

 

So race to your favor, hurry on by,

Create you a world devoted to time,

But stop and look and you will find,

It is manmade, unrecognized by God.