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Continue now, O heart of mine, home is sure to come.
Your longing for a resting place gives you the urge to run.

Follow now, O heart that longs, the pathway set before you.
Do not look fast from left to right, forward motion makes us new...and new.

You aren't home yet, O heart that mourns, but the seconds are ticking by.
Be light, be nimble, be pressing on, keep moving and you will not die.

But remember...

Movement is not a busy thing to keep one's heart from ceasing.
Movement is a condition to keep His love always increasing.

So welcome to your resting place, O heart that presses on.
His love is where you can rest your head until your days are gone.