Ecclesiastes

Orð: Óli Poulsen og Lena Anderssen
Lag: Óli Poulsen

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

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