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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