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My body loves to walk
Towards the goal.
My vital loves to march
Towards the goal.
My mind loves to jog
Towards the goal.
My heart loves to sprint
Towards the goal.
My soul loves to fly
Towards the goal.

My Lord tells me
That I do not have to walk,
I do not have to march,
I do not have to jog,
I do not have to sprint
And I do not have to fly
Towards the goal.
The goal will come to me
If I can become
A sea of silence-peace.