Running for the Son
by Belinda van Rensburg
For many years a pilgrim treads
The road he's set upon;
A road that's filled with joy, regrets;
Yet still he trudges on.
Through the good times and the bad
He toils under God's sun.
Though his heart is heavy; sad
He'll not become undone.
Over life's hills - across the dales
God makes him fearless; strong!
Even if he falls or fails
He'll end what he's begun.
The Word tells us life is a race
Each child of God must run;
Where can we find strength and grace
If not from God's own Son?
Don't slow down; keep up the pace -
It is a quest we're on.
We're pilgrims in an alien place
Whilst running for the Son!
© 2013
by Belinda van Rensburg
For many years a pilgrim treads
The road he's set upon;
A road that's filled with joy, regrets;
Yet still he trudges on.
Through the good times and the bad
He toils under God's sun.
Though his heart is heavy; sad
He'll not become undone.
Over life's hills - across the dales
God makes him fearless; strong!
Even if he falls or fails
He'll end what he's begun.
The Word tells us life is a race
Each child of God must run;
Where can we find strength and grace
If not from God's own Son?
Don't slow down; keep up the pace -
It is a quest we're on.
We're pilgrims in an alien place
Whilst running for the Son!
© 2013
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