In the flooding of dusk
What is that little light without the sun?
For the world soon drowns in the dark,
Even the stars and the moon must wait until noon!
Run! Run! Run and never stop!
Lest this blessing turn to a curse,
Oh run yea of washed feet and never stop,
Look up! Keep it shining over you. Days are evil but nights are worse!
It is rolling keep running
Yes you are overcoming space
It is shining, keep glowing
Going over time, pick up the pace!
Are you sweating? Are getting thirsty?
Oh run until your days are over! HE is worthy!
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