I still try. I still do my best even if I know I'm not first.
I run for the prize.
Perfect is not having my life in order. It's loving as Jesus did, even if that means w/ a broken heart.
And I'm sad and weak. At least I try to love. I try to gain strength. I try to run the race w/ all that I am.
I run for the prize.
Perfect is not having my life in order. It's loving as Jesus did, even if that means w/ a broken heart.
And I'm sad and weak. At least I try to love. I try to gain strength. I try to run the race w/ all that I am.
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