Friday, May 31, 2013

The Prize




How soon we become distracted
By what impedes our view
To keep our eyes upon the Prize
Is not always easy to do

Lord, help us to be faithful
With love’s humility
And keep our eyes upon the Prize
In spite of what we see

Love never fails though often
We cannot understand
With earth-dimmed eyes we seek its Prize
Held in Love’s nail-scarred Hand

This world is torn and troubled
Yet we must journey on
Keeping our eyes upon the Prize
When life’s short race is run

Within this broken turmoil
Abides both hope and grace
Lifting our eyes toward the Prize
Beyond life’s little race

© Janet Martin

 

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