Running along the pace set in
meters to kilometers, feet to miles
muscles pulling oxygen from each breath
your mind is focused, and your heart is steady pumping
but then, then rain came
From where it came, you do not know
as if from tempest far off, it has come straight for you
Do you give up, do you turn back?
Or do you seek shelter in determination to reach your goal?
Press on, run the race, until there is no strength or breath from Him received
For the race you run is not your own
But with purpose you were created and so shall you run!
