The Final Sprint Poem by Hannah Gilchrist

Before God penned the universe,
He planned your every day.
He sealed your name in His book,
And he'll lead you all the way.

Your weary body may fail you,
short of the finish line.
But know that His love for you
means He'll never leave you behind.

He'll pick you up and carry you
For the homeward stint,
Tenderly cradling you like a child,
As He makes the final sprint.

And if, as happens, your hope wavers,
He has plenty of hope to spare.
Just rest your heavy head on him,
And let Him take your care.

And in the moment you cross the line,
He'll help you to your feet.
He'll knowingly look you in the eye and say
"Life! .. well, ain't it sweet! "