Ecclesiastes

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