Running for The Son

For many years a pilgrim treads
The road he's set upon.
A road that's filled with joy; regrets
Yet still he trudges on.

Through the good times and the bad
He toils under God's sun,
Though his heart is heavy; sad
He'll not become undone.

Over life's hills; across the dales
God makes him fearless; strong.
Even if he falls or fails
He'll end what he's begun.

The Word tells us life is a race
Each child of God must run -
Where then can we find strength and grace
If not from God's own Son?

Don't slow down; keep up the pace -
It is a quest we're on.
We're pilgrims in an alien place
Whilst running for the Son!