Dia Linn - Where's Your Prize Lyrics

There's a race that's begun with each newborn baby's breath,
And it runs through the days of their lives.
First to crawl and first to walk, first to speak and then to talk,
He learns early to work hard for each prize.
New goals come every day as his school years wind away,
And in games and sport it just intensifies.
"You can't come in second best; you can't be like all the rest,
Make your Mom and Daddy proud and win the prize."
But he never will win the high calling,
While things of man fill the vision of his eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
Schoolboy dreams and foolish games are far behind him now,
And the trophy takes on a new dis- guise.
On a treadmill named career comes a new and growing fear,
Will he have time and strength enough to win the prize?
But the prize is just fool's gold grasping hands can never hold.
And so late in life he comes to realize,
That the tears he spent were vain in the years he spent to gain,
A cold, a tarnished, crumbling prize.
When he could have won the high calling,
But things of earth filled the vision of his eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
There's a prize that all men seek but only wise men find.
It's the gift of life and liberty.
It's the promise made of old of which our savior told,
When He said that His words would set men free.
Today you win or lose 'cause it's up to you to choose.
Will you follow after life eternally?
For the prize is on your hand when you finally understand,
That the things of God are given to you free.
And then you can win the high calling,
For things of God fill the vision of your eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
What's your dream, what's your goal, where's your prize?

There's a race that's begun with each newborn baby's breath,
And it runs through the days of their lives.
First to crawl and first to walk, first to speak and then to talk,
He learns early to work hard for each prize.
New goals come every day as his school years wind away,
And in games and sport it just intensifies.
"You can't come in second best; you can't be like all the rest,
Make your Mom and Daddy proud and win the prize."
But he never will win the high calling,
While things of man fill the vision of his eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
Schoolboy dreams and foolish games are far behind him now,
And the trophy takes on a new dis- guise.
On a treadmill named career comes a new and growing fear,
Will he have time and strength enough to win the prize?
But the prize is just fool's gold grasping hands can never hold.
And so late in life he comes to realize,
That the tears he spent were vain in the years he spent to gain,
A cold, a tarnished, crumbling prize.
When he could have won the high calling,
But things of earth filled the vision of his eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
There's a prize that all men seek but only wise men find.
It's the gift of life and liberty.
It's the promise made of old of which our savior told,
When He said that His words would set men free.
Today you win or lose 'cause it's up to you to choose.
Will you follow after life eternally?
For the prize is on your hand when you finally understand,
That the things of God are given to you free.
And then you can win the high calling,
For things of God fill the vision of your eyes.
Seek ye first His kingdom and the rest can all be yours.
What's your dream, what's your goal and where's your prize?
What's your dream, what's your goal, where's your prize?