THE RACE

        With elbows pumping to and fro
        You’re going nowhere very fast
        On the treadmill of the world
        But you’re bound to come in last
        For the finish line is endless
        You will never reach that rope
        If you run on earthly octane
        The prize of life will be a hope.

        Step down off that moving rat race
        Learn to rest in One who knows
        How to pace life’s tribulations
        One who helps deflect the blows
        You can head towards the target
        With a friend who’s run the course
        Look to Jesus, The pacemaker
        Tap into His winning force.