FINISH THE RACE
A clear trumpet blast sounds
Steady, very loud
The children are all ready, alert and watchful
An exciting new race to run
A race to win, a race already won;
The goal easily seen, excitement surges as adrenalin
Deepest desire of every heart,
More than a man for his woman
A woman for her man,
Even the beauty and strength of youth,
Many times many,
As an uncounted multitude begins this good race,
Across the heavens huge banners glow brightly,
Forcefully proclaim- “WHO WILL FINISH THE RACE,
AS MY FAITHFUL SON, THE HOLY ONE?”.
Silence stands in reverence
The wise, faithful and obedient child understands,
As the crowds sprint wildly along Earth’s way.
She often stops, kneels and bows low, and considers the true cost
The true effort
Then rises again in faith, in new strength to run this life’s marathon,
The triumphant finish burns brightly within from the very beginning.