As a boy on his bike, riding for the first time
When he calls to his dad, "Daddy won't you ride right by my side"

Take a breathe my child
Just one step forward, move into the light

Am I leaving or coming home'
I'm believing for which way to go
I feel like I move at my own pace
I'm needing for You to know
I'm willing to take this fast or slow
While I learn what it means to run my race
And keep the motion going

As he rides down the hill, training wheels are long gone out of sight
He feels the wind brush on his face, excitement hides his fright

And keep the motion going
You keep the motion going
Keep on moving