Joy Ayala

(Pahoa, Hawaii, USA)

My Race - Poem by Joy Ayala

I'm at one with Nature, the sky and the trees,
When I am running, I create my own breeze.
I am one with the roadway, the path that I run
And yet I don't worship the sky or the sun.
I believe it is God who directs all my ways
Who orders my footsteps and structures my days.
I run to please Him, and when I am done,
I offer a prayer for this race that I run
That when I am finished and my life's work is done,
And I stand in heaven face to face with the Son,
He'll say, "I directed, but you ran - well done!"


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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