Run For The Prize

Words and music by

Bob Hartman

Alone on the sidelines without any guidelines

You've been running to fast with no place to go

You've got no direction, you gotta set your affection

On the things that can bring you right back in the flow (Chorus)

You got to run for the prize

Don't look over your shoulder

Gotta keep your eyes

On the straight and narrow

Gotta run for the prize

There's no time to be wandering

Gotta make your way

Just as straight as an arrow

You may be weary, but you gotta be leary

When somebody says that you will never finish the race

They can discourage but don't lose your courage

You gotta narrow the margin and keep up the pace

Gotta lay aside every weight and run the race that's before us

If we grow weary and faint, the

Father He will restore us