Marjournal Notes: The Race

Marjournal Notes: The Race

The Race

The Race
By Marjorie Meinzinger
9/30/10

I am running a race
The track is so long.
It seems I can no longer breath
I fall in the lane;
I cannot get up
Through the din I hear a sweet song:

Come unto me, my arms are stretched wide;
Soon you cross over the line.
You have my strength; You have my joy.
Run child, you truly are mine.

So I look through the haze
At His smiling face,
I struggle but finally rise.
I stand on my feet
And hear from the line
My child, run on, win the prize.

I know on my back
A bundle is tied.
The burden is slowing my pace.
I hear from my coach
And friends cheering there,
Run, lay the burden aside.

I come to a hill.
Sweat stings my eyes.
I barely keep going one step.
My friends and my coach
Cheer on loud and clear,
Run on and you’ll take the prize.

Come unto me, my arms are stretched wide;
Soon you'll cross over the line.
You have my strength; You have my joy.
Run child, you truly are mine.

I am thirsty and tired
But the line is quite near.
A kind one hands me a drink
I take step after step
And cross over the line
To the One who is truly most dear.
I am handed the prize.
It is jeweled gold and bright.
It sparkles, it glitters, it gleams.
But I lay it down
At the feet of The One
Who is The Way, The Truth and The Light.

Come unto me, my arms are stretched wide;
Soon you cross over the line.
You have my strength; You have my joy.
Run child, you truly are mine.