Run the Race

Air is rushing in my face
As I begin to run my race,
I look ahead and see the Son,
Now I know where to run.
At first it all seems like fun
But things get tough
The road gets bumpy,
The road gets rough.
People around me, stumble, and fall,
I wish I’d gone back to help them all.

Sometimes I get lost along the way,
God loves me, no matter where I stray.
When I get tired, or when I get weary,
Or when the weather gets cold and dreary.
I know that GOD is always near me.

Sometimes the sky is cloudy and grey,
But there is a light that guides my way.
It matters not if you come in first or last place,
It matters how you run the race,
It matters how you live the light,
If you do what’s wrong or right.

As I near the finish line,
Light shines on my face,
And I have won my race.



* written when i was about 15.