Are You Running With Me, Jesus? (For Malcom Boyd) Poem by dave lessard

Are You running with me, Jesus?
through this tunnel we call life?
past the many slings and arrows,
of this useless thing called strife.
Until my race is finished Lord,
I still run with great conviction;
being honest with each man,
leaving peace and never friction.
Are You running with me, Jesus?
in this world that says You're dead;
in this world that worships money,
and gives You up, instead.
They only follow images of
both Hollywood and greed;
chasing great delusions,
they don't know what they need.
Are You running with me, Jesus?
in the heartache of the night?
in the weary, daytime hours,
we must, keep up, the fight.