May 2009 mtlmagazine
Alone, I plodded steadily on the track. Tears spilled onto my cheeks, blowing off into my ears as I continued forward. Placing one tired foot in front of the other, I began to sing breathily, “Great-is-Thy-faith-ful-ness, O-God-my-Fa-ther; there-is-no-sha-dow-of-turn-ing-with-Thee.” The syllables of all four verses of that great hymn were pounded out on the track that day as I thought, sang and prayed.