The Prize
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The Prize
Subtly we move off mark
Lose our focus of the prize
Often it is too late
When we do realize.
Wind blows and you see it not
So trouble comes our way
Like a reed in the wind we must bend
And not snap or fray.
Yet be ever so anchored to the root
From which we come from
Enduring to get the prize
Is that not the sum?
And I find it often cumbersome
To keep in constant remembrance
My eyes get off focus and blur
With a smidge of a semblance.
I walk in this world alone
What I have is not really mine
I have no real home
Rather I the prize must find.
And do we relish the journey
Of hardships pain and sorrow
To help us develop our character
To get through to tomorrow?
I say this in quite Ernest
I would rather quit and get a rest
But I know the race is not for the weary
The reward is only for the best.
Let us run and not grow weary
Let us claim our stake in Him
Who teaches us to walk above
The pain noise that will grow dim.
And so I listen to the wind
As she softly carries echoes my way
I know I must endure for but a season
For my soul the prize to stay.
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It happens slowly
Getting off the mark comes easy when we are not looking or looking back. May the Lord keep us focused and under the shadow of His wings.
Great write.
Great write.
Re: The Prize
True. Thank you for the kind words Fenny. We are in the end times, and we need each other more than ever. That is my goal is to be more into the word and fellowship with you
my bretheren. Blessings.
my bretheren. Blessings.
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