To walk each moment in the Spirit,
That mountaintop of perfect peace
Where love abides - pure and simple
Illuminating the path of His righteousness
Your love, O Lord, is perfect -
Endless, always, boundless and free;
For me, a journey ever upward -
Stumbling, falling, reaching again
And pressing on I seek Your face
That grace may claim the victory,
Cultivating sweet Spirit's fruit
To overcome the selfish soul.
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