To Run Gods Race
From the time of your birth you've been running,
Running a race
To find His Grace.
This race is hard to live, and hard to give,
It is harder to believe
Tomorrow you might not live.
But I hope you know it is only a race;
To cross the threshhold, to find His Wondrous grace
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