
Still I run Straight on with single intent Setting my eye on the divine mark Till I obtain for m’self the golden prize Still I sail Aboard the ‘No retreat, no surrender’ Turbulent seas though may arise It’s full speed ahead on the winds of grace Still I rise The silver lining beckons to me With entreaties too strong to resist Yet I feel strength to persist over every dark cloud Still I survive Grasping with both hands the eternal promises Which fail not though they tarry a while I take one step at a time, I match on ‘I don arrive’ bus stop is my destination.