Have I built enough endurance?
The race’s path to
Do I carry my cross as I should?
Pain and Trials, I wonder who could?
Sin gives way to weary and a faint heart
For the set before him, he endured the cross
My resistance has not caused blood to be spilled
Though his blood that washes me, I am healed
When disciplined, do not loathe thyself
Or grow weary when rebuked
For if a father truly loves his son
Then the work of discipline must be done
For in this work, my endurance only builds
O Father, thank you for treating me like your Son
It often seemed painful, I often did gripe
Though it yields righteous fruit, so sweet, so ripe
I lift up my arms, I strengthen my weak knees
My walk with the Lord shall not be lame
Strive for peace; see that others join the race
So that all shall see the beauty of God’s grace
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