When I meet the maker

"I live my life a quarter mile at a time"

First I sprint, I slow to a jog, and I'm walking through life

Small minutes pass me by-but I push on

Many times not knowing where I am headed

There's no caution signs-to alert me

No detour signs-to send me sailing safely on my way

"I live my life a quarter mile at a time"

Where I am going I haven't quite figured out

But I believe there is hope here-and prayer too

In a second my life could be over-still so much time left

In one minute everything could be gone-will I regret how I live

Silence is all I can hear-nothing to see for miles

"I live my life a quarter mile at a time"

Sins of mine-stretch along this road

Rocks and pollution-spread out far

My body aches but I cannot slow down

If I meet the maker tonight

I wonder if hell ask me where I am going
Ill tell him
*First I sprint, I slow to a jog, and I'm walking through life

There's no caution signs-to alert me

No detour signs-to send me sailing safely on my way

Ive picked up much knowledge-I stumbled in my path

Ive bled-Ive suffered-Ive conquered it all

"a quarter mile at a time"