Ecclesiastes - Russ Taff

What is it for?

This race that I’m running

And what is my reward?

If I strive for the silver

And go for the gold

(But) still when I try

The best that I can

I feel it slipping through my fingers like sand

«Meaningless», I heard the preacher say

«The way the ones I love are taken away»

God help me see

Help me believe

Where does it go?

This life that I’m living

Is my whole story told?

A head full of silver

A heart made of gold?

For all that I see

From here where I stand

You know it’s slipping through my fingers like sand

«Meaningless», I heard the preacher say

«The way the ones I love are taken away»

God help me see

Help me believe

I keep holding on

Holding on to Your promise

Holding to love…

Holding on another day

Holding on another day

Holding on, holding on, holding on to a life worth living