THE TRUE RACE
Each soul runs a race
Whether fast or slow or in between,
Each simply must run to win;
Yet, no competition rises up
No threat of losing, coming to a dead end,
And seeing only loss after sincere, honest efforts.
A strong arm stretches about the shoulders
Ready help and comfort at the side,
Constant warmth of steady encouragement.
In the atmosphere of God’s love,
Each breath of peace drawn
Becomes a breath of faith experienced,
A narrow road leads from the small gate entered freely one by one.
Many footsteps of individuality, all uniquely set
Hills and mountains to climb,
Valleys and fields to cover,
Rivers to cross, seas to travel
And always wilderness deserts to seemingly wander.
In this race of true peace
Many small victories, many forgotten earthly defeats;
People loved, people forgiven
As the power of faith endures,
Supernatural strength always wins the new day.
The Kingdom crowds all wait to cheer at the finish
Joyful embraces, brightest victory banners
Heartfelt celebrations of your finest victory
As each one highly honored.
True joy has only grown in completion with each step closer,
Each leap of gladness into the waiting arms
Even the radiant King of Heaven and Earth who greets each soul,
The fire and zeal of your victory seen from the very beginning,
Already completely settled within His eyes.