Pressing On

Forgetting what is behind
Striving toward what is ahead
Some say I'm out of my mind
But I won't be left for dead

I'm pressing on toward the goal
Pressing on for the prize
Pressing to save my soul
There'll be no surprise

Taking what comes
Nothing I can't stand against
Laying around, nothing good comes
And we'll rise against

I'm pressing on toward the goal
Pressing on for the prize
Pressing to save my soul
There'll be no surprise

When the storms come
When the pain leaves me numb
I'll go to the One
Home to the Son

I'm pressing on toward the goal
Pressing on for the prize
Pressing to save my soul
There'll be no surprise