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All runners time to take your marks, get ready, set and go.
Don't let the devil trip you up, who travels to and fro'.
Like a runner bursting from the blocks under a starter's gun,
God gives me strength to finish out this race that I now run.
The batons I must pass along the way to each of my fellow man,
Are the words of God, good deeds, and faith, in accordance to his plan.
This marathon does not award it's prizes to the swift,
Nor is it won by merit. No, It's only by God's gift.
And tho' I lag behind some times and even lose my pace,
I have assurance from on high - I will complete this race.
Because I do not run alone - I joined a winning team.
I'm picked back up and dusted back off at stumbling bocks and beams,
Which I am quick to remove, (might I just add), from first my own lame eye,
Before I should coach or judge another - It's this that I must try.
And I'll make it to the finish line and take that victory lap,
Cause' my inner strength is Jesus Christ - The power that I tap! |