I will set my face to the rising sun

Of this blessed day, I will run.

 

With my Grace Armor on, I will take my place

And run like I’ve never run!

 

Although the prize is given not only to the quick,

But also to the lame, sad and the sick.

 

With God’s help, I can win this race,

With endurance filled with “His” grace.

 

With anticipation of the prize

Steadfast in my heart,

 

I will run with “Loves seed”, that was planted

At the start of the life that was given to me.

 

Yoked to Him, with peace and joy

That each morning brings,

 

I can face this day as I run and I sing

The praises meant for my King!

 

-Barbara Guynn