Life’s race is like a marathon,
Run in years,
Instead of miles,
Some days bring heartaches,
And others bring smiles.
Some days the body is spry,
While others it pains,
And one wants to cry.
Somedays are filled with sunshine,
And others filled with rain.
Each day is a chalange,
And a race to be run,
From day break,
To the setting of the sun.
In our spiritual life,
Life’s race is to be run,
Either following Satan,
Or God’s only Son.
Satan races us toward destruction;
Jesus leads us to Heaven,
Eternal life for everyone.
So let us run with Jesus,
Over life’s rocky track,
Looking toward the finish line,
And never looking back.
When life’s race is over,
Heaven will be our prize,
A land without sorrow,
And cloudy skies.
– Winston Staples–
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