No Standing

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