Missed The Boat

Sometimes I wonder if I missed the boat

Everyone else seems to have gotten on

How do I catch up when everyone else is leagues ahead

How do I make up for so much wasted time

For so many mistakes

How do I catch a boat

When I’m nowhere near the water

I’m trying to catch up but

I feel like I’m drowning in quicksand

I feel like the last place winner

In a marathon of crippled people

Everyone else seems to do so well

No matter what they’ve been through

Yet here I am trying to catch a boat

Hopeless metaphors

And hopeless living

So often go hand in hand

Yet I’ll keep trying to catch up

When I’m not even sure what this race is for

I know the race to which I’m called

I know the grace on which I’ve fallen

Time and time again

As life pulls the rug out from underneath me

Again and again

A thousand times I’ve fallen

And a thousand times I’ve gotten back up beaten and bruised

A thousand times more are still on the way

So what have we left to do but drag ourselves

Out of the quicksand

Dust ourselves off and keep running

Life beats you down but you have

Little choice but to get back up again

I’ve promised to never give up

A harder fate than it sounds like

To never give up

But that is a race I’ve set for myself

And a race which I shall not fail

By the grace of God I fall and I get up and run

Such is the way of my life

Such is the way of all our lives

Some just tougher than others

I shall run till I hear the words

Well done my good and faithful servant

Even then I may still try to run from years of practice

But then I shall have earned my rest

In the ever loving arms of my Heavenly Father