My running days are over
Now slow walks are more my style
Though some days God is asking me
To go the second mile

And He’s teaching me His patience
To be kind in what I say
With truthfulness spoken in love
Forgetting hurts from yesterday

He reminds me of Golgotha
Where all His strength had failed
And how love held Him steady
As His hands and feet were nailed

That kind of love means courage
That will trust in God’s design
And when all else has failed goes on
To cross the finish line!

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. 
1 Corinthians 13:4-8a NKJV

Crossing the Finish Line
By Peter Caligiuri
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