Slipping Through Our Fingers

He's hanging on by the tips of his fingers
Supported by family and friends
It won't be long till he slips and falls
And we'll never see him again
Although too soon the angels will call
And beckon him towards the sky
"We need him in Heaven much more than on earth"
Is what the angels will cry

Every night when the stars are bright in the sky
Every person he knows will pray
And beg the angels up above
To spare his life one more day

He's slipping through our fingers ever so slowly
Every second and hour of day
But we won't admit the truth to ourselves
Until he passes away