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Running the race, prize in sight
Was walking straight, now up and down, hills and valleys all around
Eating dirt again from another fall, standing back up only to fall again
Child of God pick your head up
Satan is a liar; he is nothing
Run to the throne of his Grace
Run to the throne of the master's grace
His arms are open wide
