The Race Road

THE RACE ROAD

Like many flakes of drifting snow
Petals bedeck your banks with frothy white
Sycamore and Ash stand proud in each hedge row
Leafy canopy letting in the dappled light

You are the place of far gone childhood
Passing by the home where I abode
Memories flicker of bad and good
When you cross my mind my quiet Race road

I often walked your length and climbed your trees
Sleighed down you in the deep piled snow
Knew your hardness as I grazed my knees
When I tripped from running and down I’d go

Your are the place I know so well
Your twisting turns and every bend
Oh what of life I could tell
When as a child on you time I did spend

By meadow vale green you did pass
As a crying boy prayed on his knees
And I sat alone in flower strewn grass
Shadowed by your lofty trees

The rippling stream knew my tears
From beneath your surface it flowed along
And the Saviour came to take my fears
To right my life from what was wrong

Oh winding road that’s called the Race
You have a beginning and an end
Like the road that by God’s grace
I must travel where it may wend

Quiet Race road I think of you
To me your are a special place
And when God calls me home beyond the blue
Life’s road will be ended and I will have finished the race

Colin Moffett

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