Where did time go?
Is it half the year already?
What have I done?
What have I not done?
Suddenly, it is stock-take time.
And I fear to be found wanting.
Lord, where can I run?
Where can I hide?
If I were to go to the highest place, you are there.
The deepest gulley cannot shield me.
I fear to be found wanting.
Lord, let me not be found wanting, fallen short.
Is it half the year already?
What have I done?
What have I not done?
Suddenly, it is stock-take time.
And I fear to be found wanting.
Lord, where can I run?
Where can I hide?
If I were to go to the highest place, you are there.
The deepest gulley cannot shield me.
I fear to be found wanting.
Lord, let me not be found wanting, fallen short.
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