Run The Race

In the arena of life, we gather,

As athletes of faith, hearts are set on fire.

Our race is not against flesh and blood,

But against darkness, fear, and doubt.

The Starting Line

At the starting line,

we kneel in prayer, Seeking strength from the One who cares.

His grace empowers our every stride,

As we run with purpose, eyes open wide.

Run the Race Run the race,

oh soul, run the race,

With endurance, hope, and boundless grace.

Fix your eyes on Jesus, the Author and Finisher,

He’s the prize, the goal, our eternal Winner.

Run the race, oh soul, run the race,

With endurance, hope, and boundless grace.

Fix your eyes on Jesus, the Author and Finisher,

He’s the prize, the goal, our eternal Winner.

In the grand stadium of witnesses, they cheer,

Abraham, Moses, David—all drawing near.

Their faith stories echo through time’s embrace,

Urging us onward, toward God’s glorious grace.

Run the race, oh soul, run the race,

With endurance, hope, and boundless grace.

Fix your eyes on Jesus, the Author and Finisher,

He’s the prize, the goal, our eternal Winner.

As we approach the final stretch, weary yet bold,

We hear the heavenly crowd, their voices unfold.

“Keep running, beloved! Your faith has won!

The crown awaits—eternal victory begun.”

Run the race, oh soul, run the race,

With endurance, hope, and boundless grace.

Fix your eyes on Jesus, the Author and Finisher,

He’s the prize, the goal, our eternal Winner.