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.

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