My Savior

Help Me Run

I'm running your race

Are you waiting for me at the end?

I look around

The others seem much better than me.

Some pull ahead, unafraid.

Some hang back, undecided.

I'm running somewhere in the middle.

I run.

I'm telling myself I'm going as fast as I can

But I know I can go faster.

I am afraid.

If I try to run faster,

I may run out

Of what it is that gives me strength.

Suddenly I fall to my knees

I can't keep going.

Are you waiting for me at the end?

How long will you wait?

But then I feel myself lifted up.

You're not waiting for me at the end.

You've helped me along all the way.