The race to which God calls us
Is not a sprint…but a marathon.
No matter what road you’ve taken to walk
God’s is the road you should be running on.
Cast off every encumbrance
Permanently give up any obstacle that hinders.
Ashes to ashes they all will all become
Your forgiven sins…now cinders.
Your motivation springs now …out of hope
The hope… our Lord God can only give.
All that life entangles…now allowing you to live.
Focusing on the finish line
Of Heavens’ golden gates.
Come on… sign up for Heavens’ marathon!
Before… it is too late.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem