From trudge, my trek had changed into a run;
The mountain was a mound in size with time;
My hurdles melted off like snow in sun;
All strife mellowed and life became sublime.
I never thought of touching finish line;
I was not tired but remained afresh;
My health of mind and body were so fine;
My life was clear and not a mist or mesh.
With great spirits, I longed to pull off feats;
God stood by me in face of severe strife;
My faith in God never allowed defeats;
My righteousness improved with time in life.
Miracles happened in my life at will;
God made me great and loved my labour still.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 15-12-14
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