The LORD's promises are pure, like silver refined in a furnace, purified seven times over.
I'm poised at the starting line, sensing the adrenalin in my opponents. I soar ready for take off. Through the open fields where the road bends and curves, watch out for that cross wind, I switch sides with my tag team. I watch the pace, keep time and rhythm, I glide steady down the mountainside until I'm sitting hard on Your wheel. Follow me, you call, I wont follow anyone else! I make it all the way down the mountainside, following hard after You.
The following day I start again but this time its cloudy and the mist is thick, I know you're guiding me yet the mist blocks the way. I close my eyes and trust my spirit ears, I follow hard after your promises, for these words are true. Everyone that You gave me when the road was clear and the sky was blue. I follow hard after You and when I am gliding relying on You in the misty roads of dangerous curves, I trust in You deeper still. Trusting in Your words that are true, promises that will come to pass each one in its time, each one given by You!
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