Over the last two days I ran and ran to ran from my fears.
Causing aches and blisters from my legs to my heart feeling much pain.
I had to realize that there was someone next to me and would not go away, but would always be near.
This caused me to think of all my thoughts and to trust and keep up and have nothing to lose but gain.
So as both races went by I had a lot to think about and knew I would not let Satan overtake.
I could see the distance get shorter and short to the finish line.
As I knew the time will come that I would be given a break.
Causing me to yell with heart to say, ”thanks to Jesus for willing to being mine.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem