The prize far outweighs the price At this point I would like to think that Elisabeth Elliot has become my spiritual mentor. She tells me to obey Christ with reckless abandon. At times I wonder what it is that she would say if she were right here in my suffering. She would cheer me on. She would applaud my searching heart. The Poem: The Prize Far Outweighs The Price God beckons me. He calls my name. He pursues me. He runs after me. He is a jealous God and He wants me to Himself. How shall I refuse when He gave Himself for me. How shall I refuse when death was the price he paid for the prize. I was the prize that far outweighed the price–not even death was too much.