So busy chasing windmills

So caught up in a hurry and in the rush of all things,

She runs as the baby cries and then the phone begins to ring,

Just to find a little rest she gets caught up with her show,

She wonders how it all happened and why she is always on the go.

The hours fly like minutes like a fleeting dream,

You can’t find time for Jesus its nothing but a devil’s scheme,

So caught up in things non-eternal we don’t find time for God,

We are so busy chasing windmills instead of following the path He has trod.

He is always looking for a pot of gold at the journey’s end,

So busy with the trivial he hopes the answers are around the bend,

His work has become his whole life as his family falls apart,

Devoted to worthless dreams rather than the ruler of his heart,

The hours fly like minutes like a fleeting dream,

You can’t find time for Jesus its nothing but a devil’s scheme,

So caught up in things non-eternal we don’t find time for God,

We are so busy chasing windmills instead of following the path He has trod.

He cries out to us as a groom does towards His bride,

Let me lead you on this journey let me be your guide,

The things of this earth will just simply slip like sinking sand,

Cast it all behind you and let me take your hand.

The hours fly like minutes like a fleeting dream,

You can’t find time for Jesus its nothing but a devil’s scheme,

So caught up in things non-eternal we don’t find time for God,

We are so busy chasing windmills instead of following the path that He has trod.