My Fight, My Race.

"Fight until its done"

How long must I fight?

How long shall I race?

"Race until the race is run"

Sweat drips, my lungs feel like fire,

And yet I see no end.

"No!" I look around

And realize I am in the mire

Sinking, stinking.

Not where I use to be,

Far from where I want to see.

Then I start thinking

Thinking of the years gone by.

Thinking of my hopes.

Thinking of my dreams.

Thinking of how I long to fly.

To fly away,

To soar above.

Far from the mud,

To fly out of the clay.

The clay there is the key.

For God formed the clay.

The base of the earth,

He used it to make me.

"I have a plan

I made you

I love you

And I hold you in My hand"

Me- I'm not trash.

He made me

I have hope

Slowly, I try to make a dash.

Sluggishly, one food is freed.

I won't stop fighting!

I won't stop racing!

I want to follow where He leads.

I fight.

I struggle.

I cry.

Yet I try with all my might.

He helps me out.

He never leaves me,

He heard my cries and,

He set my feet on  solid mount.

Now I'm on my way

Sometimes its cloudy,

But I know He is there,

No matter the weather, or the day.