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Constant, this stream of distractions runs constantly |
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Under my feet, I keep tripping along |
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Wishing I were stronger |
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But I know somewhere up ahead is a place where |
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Waters still run deep, they're whispering come |
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Beckoning me on |
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Constant is my Father's calling me |
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To follow Him against the current |
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I continue on in His promise to be constant |
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God did what I could not do |
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He stayed faithful when I was untrue |
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So you see I must follow |
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Where else could I go |
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Constant is my Father's calling me |
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To follow Him against the current |
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I continue on in His promise to be constant |
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I got carried away, in over my head |
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Far from the sure line |
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Never waiting for my hand |
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He extended His only Son, my lifeline |
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Constant is my Father's calling me |
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To follow Him against the current |
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I will continue on, I will be pulled along |
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For He is constant, constant |
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I follow, follow, follow |
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I follow, follow, follow |
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I follow, follow, follow my Father |
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I follow, follow, follow |
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I follow, follow, follow |
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I follow, follow, follow my Father |
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Oh, I'm going on |
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I can hear Him call |
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So I'll go on in His promise |
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Oh, I'm going on |
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I can hear Him call |
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So I'll go on in His promise |
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For he is constant |
