Oh Lord with patience I have run Your race,
And I am running still, as you would force
Me to upset the pharisee's dead face,
As you would lead me on through mountainous course.
I've run this race with joy and love serene.
Within, You've given me to understand
And trust the things of You that are unseen,
Cast down all words and works of fleshly hands.
I fly the race that's true in Spiritual Life,
And fly through realms controlled and ruled by You,
So far above the Sadducee's sore strife,
And worldly souls that sell the lie as truth,
The race a never ending circled whole,
Which you've ordained to purify my soul.
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