The race

[Anglican]

With elbows pumping to and fro
You’re going nowhere very fast
On the treadmill of the world
But you’re bound to come in last
For the finish line is endless
You will never reach that rope
If you run on earthly octane
The prize of life will be a hope.

Step down off that moving rat race
Learn to rest in One who knows
How to pace life’s tribulations
One who helps deflect the blows
You can head towards the target
With a friend who’s run the course
Look to Jesus, The pacemaker
Tap into His winning force.