A Poem by: Emily Aspinall
How I am to drive, starts and ends with Him.
Every thought and action with every limb.
In-between it all, I choose to follow.
For a victory that is not hollow.
Painted lines on course, keeps me on the straight.
Although narrow, it secures my end fate.
Yet many will not make it, I still race.
Set backs, I pit stop, to recharge my pace.
Never giving up, I drive for the prize.
Already obtaining it keeps me wise.
In passion and fear of going off course.
Like good engineering, He fuels my force.
In control, suited up, I drive with ease.
I’m racing for Him who qualifies me.
Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one receives the prize? So run that you may obtain it. Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. So I do not run aimlessly; I do not box as one beating the air. But I discipline my body and keep it under control, lest after preaching to others I myself should be disqualified.
1 Corinthians 9:24-27