I'm in a race,
I am told,
I'm seeking His face,
and breaking the mould.

I want to enter,
by the narrow gate,
I don't want to slow,
I'll be too late.

Where should I run,
How must I live,
You look to life's fun,
I look to give.

To give what,
You may say,
To give love,
It's the only way.

God is Love,
Yes it's true,
So share the message,
With you know who.


By Philip Williams © 2000