Closing eyes on all that is quiet.
And listening for His still small voice.
Breath of life on us.
Broken lives, broken hearts, broken people.
For Jesus to speak.
Open those precious pages.
Read our Bibles.
Training our ears to hear.
Pressing these worn out lives right to His heart.
And straining on into the finish line.
Running on the endurance He has built in us.
We who know what lies at the end.
We who have no fear.
Rather, we strain to break the winner's tape.
At a job well done.
All our lives lived to hear him say,
"Well done, good and faithful servant."
This, from the ulitmate Servant.
Such high praise from His lips.
And can I encourage you weary runners today?