What happened child, you were running so well,
Before you were tripped headlong and you fell,
Sustaining severe cuts and a whole lot of bruising,
Leaving you wounded - disoriented with confusion,
When you needed help many turned to walk away,
Leaving your once peaceful little world in disarray,
Now you bind your wounds continuing with a limp,
Where you once strode strong now you have a gimp,
You now run alone forced to press on ahead in isolation,
Gritting out your days with fierce dogged determination,
Child, you are not running the race with no companions,
Many have fallen through the ages but ran like champions.
Amazing grace has strengthened each and every stride,
Running with a Redeemer Savior right by your side.
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