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In the cool of the night and the heat of the day
Does the heartbeat drive him onward
With the wind in his face or a breeze to the back
He keeps on struggling upward
Sometimes all alone, sometimes in a crowd
The direction always solo
Sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a frown
His spirit never too low
With his cup running o'er or his soul running dry
The pitcher never failing
With his eyes in the dark or the light of the Son
Determines his clear sailing
If his hands get strong or his feet fall short
The work it keeps on coming
With a look at himself and a glance at the other
The mountains need more climbing
With the end in a day, or a month, or a year
The race he keeps on running
With footsteps quick or pace stopped short
The contest is remaining
Some days loom large
Some days are small
Some days he stands
Some days he falls
Some speed him on
Some make him late
Some fill his heart
Some just deflate
Some probe with truth
Some robe with lies
Some know they do
Some moralize
Sometimes he's weak
Sometimes he's strong
Sometimes he's right
Sometimes he's wrong
But the hope...
And the faith...
For the love...
In the love...
Keep
him
going
