Lyrics:
Press Toward The Mark

Press, Press, Press, Press On Press, Press, Press, Press On Press, Press, Press, Press On Press Torward The Mark Of the Prize of the High Calling Press Torward The Mark

the call Do you lay down your all No turning back Moving straight ahead Stay on the right track And risk all for the sake of the call Daily I press toward the mark

, murderer I mark your mistake as soon as you're rested, I heard of ya Unattended for your double breasted, bulletproof vest kid Time is money well invested, burning your press

invested, burning your press kit Ya HEARD me, chic-ow, bless it and pass it leftwards Never protested, the living proof manifested Winkled your face, you better press

no, we are weak but He is strong And strength He will supply when you ask Him to Press on, press on Keep your hand upon that plow Press on, press on

. . where . . somewhere between motivated and cold believing your good freinds down to the bile in there beautymarks. . . they Who found you counting back toward

'll forever be chasing after You I'll be chasing after You And I'll be forever chasing after You I'll be chasing after You Oh.. Lord Verse 2: I press toward the mark

'll forever be chasing after You I'll be chasing after You And I'll be forever chasing after You I'll be chasing after You Oh.. Lord Verse 2: I press toward the mark