Each day that I live on this earth
I'm running a critical race
where crossing the finish line
is to meet Jesus face to face.
I must press toward the goal
and not get tripped up by sin.
At times the pace can be difficult,
but I've made up my mind I will win.
I do my best to eschew evil,
keep this body under subjection
pushing on with determination
to reach that place of perfection.
At times I have had to refocus
become deaf to distraction's clatter
to continue to forge ahead
in the one race that really does matter.
Though many may pass me by,
I must exercise endurance.
For even though I move slowly,
of finishing, there is assurance.
I cast off the things that would weigh me down
all devilish doubts and carnal charms
knowing that at the marathon's end
are Jesus' welcoming arms.
"Know ye not that they which run in a race run all, but one receiveth the prize? So run, that ye may obtain. And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown; but we an incorruptible. I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air: But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway." I Corinthians 9:24-27
"Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us," Hebrews 12:1