Words and music by Bob Hartman



Alone on the sidelines without any guidelines 

You've been running to fast with no place to go 

You've got no direction, you gotta set your affection 

On the things that can bring you right back in the flow 



(Chorus) 

You got to run for the prize 

Don't look over your shoulder 

Gotta keep your eyes 

On the straight and narrow 

Gotta run for the prize 

There's no time to be wandering 

Gotta make your way 

Just as straight as an arrow 



You may be weary, but you gotta be leary 

When somebody says that you will never finish the race 

They can discourage but don't lose your courage 

You gotta narrow the margin and keep up the pace 



Gotta lay aside every weight and run the race that's before us 

If we grow weary and faint, the Father He will restore us