Clumsy Runners

We're clumsy runners, Jesus,
not like You.

We're preachers of weak rants,
Lords of the faceplants,
Masters of "I can'ts" . . .
But keeping our unsteady pace.

We fall when we follow,
Have water; don't swallow,
Unhappy and hollow . . .
But glad to be part of the race.

Please prod us and poke us,
Revive us and stoke us,
Sharpen our focus
On You and Your beautiful face.

We'll slowly get stronger,
Get better, go longer,
Not turn or go wrong
Earn a crown for this glorious chase.