There is an aim
There is a mark
My heart seeks daily
Eternal joy and peace
I see from afar
The route remains unchanged
Narrower as always
But I’ll keep pressing towards the mark
Eternal glory I behold
Though eyes cannot see
Ears haven’t heard
The splendor of his glory
But still my heart believes
That there is a mansion
As I press towards the mark
The holy book remains
My compass through it all
Many battles won
More hurdles to cross
Yet I fight not as one that beateth the air
My scars bear me witness
I’m pressing towards the mark
Though the host of hell assail
Bringing my weekness in sails
Garnished with special ingredients
Samson fell victim
But my flesh he crucified
I’m pressing towards the mark
Temptation and trials
Gave me a glimpse of their temporary treasures
But He’s made me
More than a conqueror
And till eternity
I’ll keep pressing towards the mark.
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