Words of The Lamb magazine

The Race

by Joy Nevin Axelson

Artist: Kume Bryant

October 7, 2024
I seek You, Lord, in my sadness.
I long to glimpse Your face.
I’m running from myself, my Friend,
and from Your warm embrace.

Rushing back to my rote routine
without a thought of You,
my focus fixed on gilded glory,
O, mold mine my mind anew.

My soul can’t serve because distractions,
provide an alibi.
O, break my heart with what breaks Yours;
erase all evil lies.

Loosing weights of time and ailment,
pure joy now fills my heart.
No more struggling, hoping, waiting –
with loved ones I won’t part.

The last half of my race begun,
my eyes no longer roam.
The sin I’ve sown is slung aside –
my heart has hobbled home.

Joy Nevin Axelson

Joy Nevin Axelson earned a B.A. and an M.A. in French. She also attended Trinity Evangelical Divinity School. She’s the translation coordinator for GlobalFingerprints, the EFCA’s child sponsorship branch. Her translations of training materials are used at 14 international sites. She enjoys traveling with her husband and two older children. Five of her poems and two creative non-fiction stories have been published in the last six months.

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