Press on

Mounting up

On wings of grace

I feel a second wind

Lifting me up

I’m in hot pursuit

Of reaching the finishing line

Victory awaits

The battle is great

But the reward is greater


I relentlessly press on

Until I finish my race



To explore the greatest heights

And not explore yourself

Is to plummet into a void

And touch the greatest depths

The soul of man is empty

Without the One who made it

Only He can see inside

And rescue what is lost

I am alive

My first breath of prayer

Early in the morning

Waking up to life

Looking out at

Your abundance

All Your riches

Given to me

Extravagant creation

Swirls around me

In waves of glory

The sounds



The thoughts of


How beautiful You are

Pages and volumes

Letter and words

Filling books

All seem so little

When I think of

How great You are

Praise fills my heart

Wonder gives birth

Like a new born baby

And I am alive