Dance of Life

This Race

My mother once told me that this life is a race.
Everybody's running somewhere but majority of us don't know where.

My dad repeatedly advise me to not just punch the air during a workout.
Because I can't win this fight by shadowboxing.

I know I need to train my body.
Bend it to do what I want.

It's so hard at times...
And I feel so weak.

Is this race really important?
What am I running this for anyways?

My grandmother tells me to keep going, to never give up.
Because following God is the highest education I can ever get.

My grandfather warned me not to play with God.
To never settle for lukewarmness; you want that fire high.

But I feel like I'm failing.
Out of breath and running out of stamina.

I can feel myself slowing and I have to wonder
Have I even made it halfway?

Like the Apostle Paul once told us,
No, we have not achieved it yet.

So I have to keep going.
I want to see the end.

My mother once told me that this life is a race.
We don't run without a purpose like everybody else.

So when we run,
Go for gold!

And if we can't run
Then walk.

And if we can't walk
Then crawl. 

As long as you keep pushing and progressing

Run to God.

That's what matters
In this race.