may you run

may you run.

as a child runs to his father,
as a sprinter stretches for the finish line,
as friends on a quiet evening jog.

May you run to the embrace of God,
who opens his hands
to receive your tired, hurting life,
to wrap his arms around you,
and hold you
in his grasp.

may you reach the finish line,
exhausted but satisfied,
having given everything to the race
with your eyes longing for one thing –
the place where Jesus sits at the right hand of God –

home.

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