The Race With No End

I'm running this race,

Can't see the end,

But I keep on moving --

Can't stop moving.

A purpose I long for,

Directions unclear.

Do I keep on going?

Or change all I hold dear?

I feel you tugging.

I don't know what it means,

But I'm held down by my responsibilities;

They hold me here and keep me grounded.

Yet, I am still running.

Truths around each corner --

People hurting, souls dying.

I'm pulled along, helpless and defenseless

Don't know where to help.

I long to make a difference.

I'm not doing it here.

I trust you for your guidance,

And keep running without fear.

I'm running this race,

Can't see the end,

But I keep on moving,

I keep on trusting,

I keep on loving,

I keep on hoping,

I keep on crying --

Can't stop moving.

March 4, 2009

~*~ Lizzie ~*~