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Onward ForwardRolling on the troubled sea enjoying smooth sailing Flowing with the rising tide forgetting my failing Bending with the wind that is blowing, blowing, blowing Living in His grace and growing, growing, growing Onward forward all the way to the throne of my King Can't turn back or look behind I've given Him everything Leaving my tears, my fears and worries far behind me Climbing the stairway to the joys of reality There is no limit to what Christ can do when we try No depths to deep, nothing to wide no goal set to high No barriers, no set backs can stop what He has planned Onward forward all the way following His command Blow those trumpets, open those gates I'm soon coming home Nothing can hold me back I have all my armor on Getting nearer as the days flash quickly before me Stepping higher, higher His face I soon shall see Norma 1977 copyright 2003/2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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