In a world that’s ever spinning, midst the noise and ceaseless din, Christian life is but beginning, when we let the Savior in.

From the cross at Calvary’s hilltop, to the empty tomb so grand, Echoes love, forgiveness, mercy, reaching out to every land.

With each step upon the journey, through the valleys and the peaks, There’s a hand that gently guides us, even when His voice seems meek.

Faith, the cornerstone of ages, hope, the anchor for our soul, Love, the greatest of all virtues, makes the broken spirit whole.

In the trials and tribulations, in the joys and moments sweet, Christian life is not just living, but in Christ, we are complete.

Doubt may rear its head and tempt us, shadows creep and cause us strife, Yet the Light, forever shining, cuts the dark with a sacred knife.

Living water, bread of heaven, feed our souls and quench our thirst, In His word, we find our refuge, in His arms, we’re always first.

Cherished tales of saints and martyrs, testament to enduring grace, Speak of passion, faith, and purpose, and the promise we embrace.

Through the seasons, through the ages, with the cross as our true north, Christian life is not mere passage, but a beacon leading forth.

With a song of hallelujah, with a prayer in quiet night, We pursue the path of righteousness, ever towards His holy light.

In the end, as dawn is breaking, when the final race is run, Christian life’s true destination, is in union with the Son.