Before the clock strikes twelve

And the day is done

What will I face

How will I run

This great race

With every marker set in place

Through lush green valleys

And desert wastelands

Mountain heights

And ocean depths

Stretched to the limit

To breaking point

Then soothed and rested

By pools of living water

This eternal fountain never runs dry

I drink and I thirst no more

My eyes set on Jesus

My destiny and high calling

Toward the finishing line

Where Christ awaits

My ultimate prize


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