Life is like a
marathon,
A moving, running race.
You don’t get to choose
the distance,
But you can choose your
running pace.
It takes a lot of
practice,
To find your running
style.
It teaches you
endurance,
When you go that extra mile.
There’ll be times of
long, flat roads ahead,
And many an uphill
climb.
You’ll need a lot of
stamina,
To keep your breathe in
time.
There’s a special gift
in running,
That is hard to fully
explain.
It teaches you to never
quit,
Even when you’re
feeling pain.
Running well brings a
great feeling,
That very few
experience.
For running is not in
the actual winning,
But about bringing your
life obedience.
Your race needs a
strict focus,
For there are many
distractions ahead.
Your spiritual muscles
need building,
For there are
challenging paths to tread.
There’s a higher power
that offers help,
To those that grow slow
and weary.
God boosts us with the
energy we need,
And keeps our lives
more steady.
You must keep your body
hydrated,
With the water of God’s
living word.
For in it you’ll find a
fountain of joy,
That’ll keep you
pressing forward.
You’ll need the right
kind of nourishment,
To help keep your
energy at peak.
For if you don’t,
you’ll end up sluggish,
And will miss out on
the thrill you seek.
So sweat out all your
offences,
Wipe them off your
hardened flesh.
Forgive those who cut
you off,
So you can run your
race afresh.
Wear your number upon
your sleeve,
As a sign of your
life’s banner,
Be sure to always walk
the talk.
And run in a Christian
manner.
It’s not about who
comes first,
Or what medals there
are to win.
But how you’ve run your
total race,
And if you did it
without much sin.
Family and friends run
with us,
To cheer us along the
way.
To give us hope when we
hit that wall,
And to encourage us to
pray.
For the medal waiting
at the finish line,
Is worth more than
silver or gold.
There’s a reward for
not quitting the race,
Whether you reach it
young or old.
So hold out to the end
of the race,
Taking a step further
each time.
Don’t allow anything to
slow you down,
For God waits for you
at the finish line.
Oh Samantha! Your poems are so apt and so beautiful. You say you're not a runner but you hit it on the nail. Life is like a marathon, absolutely and the good Lord is waiting at the finish :-) Love it!!
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