The Race
I live in a cliche of feet don't
fail me now
Trying to make it through each day
Someway ,somehow.
Ive been running this race towards a
never reaching finish line
And as I strive to reach it,
It just seems there's not enough time
There is distractions and setbacks that
cover me like hot burning oil
And users and abusers
who make my blood boil
Its just me and God now
Where my trust forever resides
And i will lean on his mercy
Its the only place left to hide
I want to spread peace and love
All around
And i don't care if they mock me
or think Im unsound
So ill still run for the finish line
no matter how far away
Til i reside in heaven with Jesus
When its my final day.
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