Hands to the Plow Lyrics

We all have acquired
What seem to us dreams
Of joyous occasions
And needful things

Our hearts desire
A quest to gather so much more
Never content with the present
But what life has in store

Or old lang syne's our passion
Nostalgic adoration
Our lives were better yesteryears
Looking into the past
Mourning a half empty glass

Yet I have found treasure
Living in the now
Knowing a divine purpose
With my hands to the plow

For we aren't promised tomorrow
And there's no reliving days of yore
To be constantly in the holy presence
'Tis what this life is truly for

Yet I have found treasure
Living in the now
Knowing a divine purpose
With my hands to the plow