No Standing - Kerry Livgren

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