Running the Race with Endurance

Countries crossed
Far below
Rivers running
Melting snow.
Another place
A distant land
I commit my times
Into Your hands.

To see above
The normal fray
Of world and flesh
And business day.

To see from
A near heaven’s throne,
Those lost
And who are all alone.

The vision must
Approach the ground
The Holy, stop
and walk around -
Amongst the crowds
And stuff of life.
Ambassadors we are
Of light
Of love, of truth
The narrow way

“Follow me”
All who obey. Luke 18:22