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The race is hard and fast;
The pace is unrelenting.
Each step drains my soul;
Every mile wears me down.
So i cry for help
I beg assistance from the divine Guide
He runs beside me,
And tells me to slow down.
But I refuse to walk with God,
So i get tripped up.
Now i cry out in pain
To an understanding ear.
He says,
"Now you must lie down to receive help
You must learn to tame your speed;
You must learn to rest
Before you run again.
Then you will walk in peace;
In that day you will run the race
Afterwards you will soar in victory.