For Boston

I've been watching the news most of the day today and I feel helpless. I'm shell shocked, disgusted and heart broken (and tomorrow I will be angry), my sport has changed, just like many other freedoms in this country have. Even though this won't keep me from (living) running, participating and dreaming about crossing that finish line, sadly in back of my mind I will always be reminded of Boston once the "Finish" banner comes into view. I will be running La Jolla in a few weeks, I've have trained hard and I'm ready both mentally and physically to do this. I will show up extra early that morning as I always do, I will pin on my bib number, do my ritual stretches and double check my laces right before the starting horn goes off, but I won't live in terror and I won't back down. I may run a little different this time and I don't think I will loose myself in my music as I usually do, I will be a little more cautions. But, I won't back down. And when I see that glorious "Finish" line, I will be thinking of Boston, but I will try to push out all of those horrific imagines out of mind and instead I dedicate my finish to all the runners that didn't get a chance to cross that finish line today: I will run La Jolla for you!

Soul

Fallen my soul

Broken my spirit

Trampled my heart

(Then you called my name)

Saved my soul

Mended my spirit

Loved my heart

My Warrior

Open up the heavens oh Lord, come down to this place

Fill up this room, let me feel your embrace

I want to touch you… I want to see your face

Rain down your mercies, pour down your grace

Raise up the fallen, break the chains

Tear down the walls……. in Jesus name

Cover me in your Spirit, let me feel your breath

Want to hear your heart beat, draw me closer …. Ever closer

Wipe away the tears, you have conquered death

No more crying, no more pain, all former things are passed away

God of power

God is King

God my healer

God is everything

God my redeemer, you loved in death

You saved in life

My beautiful warrior Holy is thy name

Splendid

Beauty so splendid it fills up an eternity divine

No sun will be needed, His glory out shines

The heavens are filled with sweet aromas of praise

The saints are singing

He reigns

He reigns

HALLELUJAH HE REIGHNS!

Splendid

Beauty so splendid it fills up an eternity divine

No sun will be needed, His glory out shines

The heavens are filled with sweet aromas of praise

The saints are singing

He reigns

He reigns

HALLELUJAH HE REIGHNS!