Running

running the race, originally uploaded by mincaye.

Twelve couplets for the girl in the photograph: twenty-four lines.


You're off and running, there's no turning back;
Walking along on this well-worn track.

Our Father whose work in you has begun
Will not let go till the masterpiece is done.

Balancing a heart of glass on an empty plate,
And you cannot turn back: it's too late, it's too late.

As you draw closer to God, nearer the light,
Don't give up, but keep fighting the good fight.

For faith is the assurance of things hoped for, things unseen;
A journey of many dangers to a place none have been.

Go on and cry if you must, spare not the tears
That speak of dreams and anxiety, hopes and fears.

He will guard your heart, our Father above,
With his peace, his grace, his undying love.

By his word, he silences the tempestuous storm,
Making all things beautiful in his Shalom.

Look for his glory in the scattered shards of clay
His grace in broken lives, living day after day.

Though the thorns are not removed, and the surfaces rough,
His promise holds true: grace alone is enough.

So press on and persevere; run till the day is done,
And on through the night, till the bright morn of the Son.

You're off and running, there's no turning back;
Walking along on this well-worn track.