| Underneath the outer layers we’re progressing
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| Like the rivers ever moving to the Sea
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| As the Earth and all of Heaven is declaring
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| So are We
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| As the Potter’s Wheel is turning we are molded
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| So the chisel of the Sculptor sets us free
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| Being fashioned in the Image once intended
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| Endlessly
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| No standing, no standing still
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| No standing, no standing still
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| As the wind is blowing, Spirit in us moving
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| For the work that once began will reach an end
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| And the end is really only the beginning
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| As we ascend
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| No standing, no standing still
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| No standing, no standing still
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| As the Potter’s Wheel is turning we are molded
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| So the chisel of the Sculptor sets us free
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| Being fashioned in the Image once intended
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| Endlessly
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| No standing, no standing still
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| No standing, no standing still |