Carrie Underwood - Praying For Time lyrics

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These are the days of the open hand

They will not be the last

Look around now

These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man

Whose place is in the past

Hand in hand with ignorance and legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor

And most of us are not sure

If we have too much but we’ll take our chances

‘Cause God stopped keeping score

I guess somewhere along the way

He must have let us all out to play

And turned his back

And all God’s children

Crept out the back door

And its hard to love

Theres so much to hate

Hanging onto hope

When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above

Say its much too late

Oh maybe we should all be praying for time

This is the year of the empty hand

Oh you hold onto what you can

And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

These are the days of the guilty man

The television takes a stand

And you find that what was over there

Is over here

So you scream from behind your door

Say whats mine is mine and not yours

I may have too much

But I’ll take my chances cause God stopped keeping score

And you’ll cling to the things they sold you

Did you cover your eyes when they told you

That he cant come back

‘Cause he has no children

to come back for

And its hard to love when theres so much to hate

And hanging onto hope

When there is no hope to speak of

And the wounded skies above

Say its much, much too late

Mm, well maybe we should all be praying for time