The Race
As I stood at the start, ready to run
I looked around and I saw
Many runners were there, excited and revved;
Thinking "a miracle I'm here," and in awe.
I stood among many, but seemed all alone
As I pondered what had I done wrong.
But then it was time for the race to begin
And I had to be running along.
As the race was started, off they all ran,
Leaving me behind in the dust.
But I plodded along, one focus in sight,
"I'll finish" I thought, "Yes, I must."
I looked up to the finish as I was halfway through
Grandkids with their Grandma running across.
Great, I thought, as they had done well,
I'd finish, even if at a loss.
"Why am I doing this?" the thought crossed my mind
It seems like nobody cares..
But now that I've started, I will finish
As my eyes began to fill with tears.
As I was getting close to the end,
Thinking of being all alone.
I saw him come up, his smile so bright,
Isaac came to help me come home.
I imagined, then, what it will be like
When we finish this life all alone.
Our Savior will be there, his hand in ours,
Smiling to welcome us home.