The Mission

Daily I walk, daily I run, stopping not

Sometimes in pain, times joyous
It seems so long, so far away
Yet I walk, yet I run.

When my lord, when will thy face show
Sometimes great hope, times faithless
It seems so removed, so forlorn
Yet I walk, yet I run.

Many times I call, many quiet moments
Sometimes great faith, times weakness
It seems so hard, so complex
Yet I walk, yet I run.

You are my strength, my great redeemer
Sometimes you slay me, times favored
It seems so intricate, so intriguing
Yet I walk, yet I run.