A poem

I am running or sometimes walking this race, I must, yes, must, find a good pace. I can not give up, I must go on. I can with God's grace. I can not race without God's armour- I need it. I am weak, so weak on my own- I fail it. I can walk and even run with His help. I turn to His Word- I read it. I can be fed with fountains and wells, Taking in some living water, I can tell- By the refreshing I have. How does one walk on without God?