The race of life

 

Ecclesiastes 9:11 

11 Again, I observed this on the earth:
the race is not always won by the swiftest,
the battle is not always won by the strongest;
prosperity does not always belong to those who are the wisest,
wealth does not always belong to those who are the most discerning,
nor does success always come to those with the most knowledge—
for time and chance may overcome them all.

 

Marathon

 

Undefined on track through temporal’s plot

A race that is lasting until one’s last breath

The finish line drawn forever in the heart of God

and Christians shouldn’t finish like the rest

 

In a uniform pure white and carrying a cross

Stopping to give a hand to everyone in need

To the ones exhausted laying by the side

wounded and afflicted men of every creed

 

Darkness celebrates as folk try for first place

The Lord whispers: “The first will be the last”

As the caring in heart for the injured and abased

Become a living epistle in deed that’s disappearing fast

 

Every time a hurting or desperate falls by the wayside

the reborn Christian will stop and give a helping hand

The Lord at their side helps the runner up and again to try

For “The last will be the first one day”, I know you understand

 

Jan Wienen