The Race

This journey is described as a race,

Not a sprint, but as a long distance.

In the end, the opportunity to see your Face.

So, I struggle along daily with persistence.

Always, He is by my side.

Like my dad, walking beside me on my bike.

Until I had the confidence to ride on my own.

So I walk this journey, not alone.

Knowing you are near.

Some days filled with joy,

Some days filled with tears.

Yet with realization, all my days are a gift.

I offer them up as a fragrant sacrifice,

That they may be pleasing in your sight.

one day, I will finish this race,

Not on my own power, but with your might.

Rejoicing now for all eternity because of your astounding grace.

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