I run this race
flying on the wings of the great eagle
who flew here too
Christ
His life flew threw earth
busting the grave
ripping the veil
becoming the chief cornerstone
to make me whole
This daily walking
remembering to find grace
see the need
This daily calling out
for His hand of mercy
His covering in the day of war
This daily listening
to Your spirit speak to my heart
to follow this leading inside
This daily stand
for truth in my life
to be salt and light
Remembering to speak thanks
give praise
This daily obeying
of the still small voice
And in all things
these simple things
we all have learned over and over
from our beginnings here
to walk, call, listen, stand, obey
are these not our cycles of motion
around the mountain
we sit down and get stuck in a rut
we look to ourselves and make a mess
we listen to the voices in the crowd and go the wrong way
we move on and through as if it’s all ok
forgetting our God called us to be a standard bearer
we refuse to submit and loose the blessing of our king
Round and around we go
taking and retaking the test until we go Home
STARLA








I like the thought of Christ being the Great Eagle…it kind of sounds Native American…
this is lovely…so full of truth…I love CHrist flying through earth and busting the grave…
Blessings to you…
Round and round we go, continually taking the test. Thank God for the grace that keeps drawing us out of the rut.
just beautiful!
Thank you Ladies!! :0)
If only we could just keep our eyes firmly on Christ. This feels sad, but it’s also full of Hope. Thanks for sharing your beautiful prose, Starla.