I See His Face

I see His face
While I’m running this race.
He said He would never let me fall
So I must stand tall.

I see His face
He is giving me grace.
His face is kind of blurry
But I must not worry.

I see His face
His tears are all over the place.
He is crying for me.
He hurts with me.

He is talking with me.
He whispers, “Keep running
There is something I want you to see.”
I have no idea what this may be.

I walk down the streets of gold
And low and behold,
He is holding a crown.
I fall to the ground.

He smiles as He lifts me up.
He points to a crowd and says,
“These people are here because
you did not give up.”