Running the race

Heb 12:1  Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud

of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily

beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,

 

The race of life

 

Like a marathon event moving through the temporal

The finish line drawn by the Lord in the sand

In a Christian uniform God’s own are moving on

with a cross on shoulder ... alert in every bend

 

Each time an exhausted or wounded falls and seems all alone

The true Christian will stop and supplies a needed helping hand

as the Lord smiles at his side with the words well-known:

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

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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