Žodžiai dainai: Michael W. Smith. The Race Is On.

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Got our feet on a narrow road
Got our eyes on the one who will be our goal
and our brothers at our side
If we stumble we won't fall
If we miss the mark He'll be there after all
With an everlasting prize
The race is on

Chorus:
Cone on and go
Leave behind the sin you find
That slows your time
Come on and go
You know the race is on
Come on and go
Straight ahead be safely led
By him instead
Come on and go
You know the race is on

Lord I try running my own race
Losin' ground, losin' hope
Losin' sight of your face
And I'm ready to retire

Then I'm back on your solid ground
You remind me of the strength
That in you I've found
And you fill me with your fire
The race is on

Chorus