The Christmas lights were touted as the attraction 

But I was there for the action – running

Adjacent to the Atlantic 

On winter’s eve, it was stunning

The sand, the colors, the sky, the spectators – were all pedantic 

As I ran in the cold, at sunset, it was still too bright to see the Christmas lights 

But I looked past them and it was a sight

You painted a spectacular horizon 

Sometimes going for a personal best feels like dyin’

My heart is stirred when I run 

I can sweat out my anxiety, my hollow self-proclaimed piety

I can wrestle the gremlins in my head 

And ponder all the things I could be doing instead 

I can pray and You meet me 

Last night I was among 3,000 and I didn’t want to be greedy

But I believe You’re bigger than the ocean 

And in my heart I wonder where all the runners and all history are goin’

I don’t pray to the universe or to that sprawling sea 

Nah, idolatry is everything that’s wrong with me 

But when I ran and prayed, You heard 

When I got home that night I felt like a little bird 

Nestled in with my husband

You’ve done something 

And my heart was highlighted like that sunset horizon 

A yellow-pink-purple-blue haze 

You always have a way of surprisin’

And You’ll get me through the maze

I’m Your runner, Your bird, Your favorite view

And more than dazzling Christmas lights on the boardwalk, I love running, flying, talking to You