My Running Motto

This will make more sense if you read my earlier post: God speaks through tears (and frozen computers):

I run for you.

You- that’s it.

Not for times, nor medals- and not the glory that I get

Cause they do give glory, and it can be nice

To hear the praises, to be lifted high

But the reality is, that praise is to you

What can I do on my own, cause this is stuff I cant do!

So when they say that I’m fast and my ego roars inside

My challenge is to direct the praise to you, I’m just along for the ride!

Thanks to you, I can race- cause I love to compete

Thanks to you, I can run- cause there’s something about letting my legs free

Something about getting out there God- just you and me

But that Satan’s a schemer, and he doesn’t just quit

Around that time, the doubt sets in

What if I’m not good this time?  What if I do bad?

And I either entertain it, or I get downright mad!

But he keeps on lying: cause what if I fail?

What is the best of my season is now, and then its all downhill?

And its funny now, to think of it all

Because , firstly those are lies- beckoning my fall

He comes only to steal, to kill, and to destroy

Well I for one, am not leaving my door open wide

Second of all, even if they were true…

I don’t run for the success God, I run for you

I pray that every race I can dare

To achieve the purpose for which you’ve placed me there

Now, it may be to win…. or to lose the whole race

Giving you glory in how I carry myself when there are tears on my face

The world wants to see how I can react in all things

So I will forge ahead with the light, and I will be carried on your wings

Now I fully believe though, that you gave me that dream

A vision of me running 7^th in the state meet, it would seem

So I hold on to that promise, and I take it in my heart

All the while knowing, that’s not where my hope would start

It starts in knowing who my God is

Regardless of results or injury- he is who he is

If I am wrong, then so be it indeed

Ill race as long and as hard as you want from me

At the end of the day, I cross the finish line

And I do my best, and I have a great time

You gave me a gift, and I credit that to you

But help me to always lay it at the cross when each day is through

Running is your amazing gift and a talent to use

But how I so use it, is my gift to you

Thank you Jesus, and hold me tight in the faith

Humility, joy, and endurance always

Give me grace, and strength to do my best

I’ll work as hard as I can God, you’ve got the rest!

*Written back in early 2012