The moss grows soft on any tree Where sunlight wanes and moisture clings. Conditions there are right, you see For moss to grow in tender spring.

Now, I'm unlike that old tree Which is stuck and grows in that spot. I move around, free as can be, And turn my back to cold or hot.

I'll use this life I'm given... Won't be so still that moss can grow. Ere troubles come while I'm livin', I'll seek the Son with heart aglow.

I'll keep on pressing toward the mark... Won't hide talents in the attic. To other lives I'll send a spark 'Cause life in Him's not static!

"I press on toward the goal to win the (supreme and heavenly) prize to which God in Christ Jesus is calling us upward." Philippians 3:14 ( Amplified Bible)