The Race...

Don't feel like you're the first to run in the race
The race to be Number One
We've all run this race
With equal measure of hurt and anguish
Peppered with doubt and belief
that the God who got us in this race
Would hopefully get us out
We run. Steadfast
Soaked in blood sweat tears and sex
As we toil and gasp
We pause to question our existence
Our choice and participation in this race
We clasp our hearts
Frayed by the competition
And with our eyes to the sky
We ask God:
"Dear God, Why make us run? Why make us run?"
Don't feel like you're the first
The first to run in the race
The race to be number one
His Number One