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