The Prize - Poem by Richard Merrell
I press toward the mark
For the prize of the upward call,
That crown which is set aside
For those who at Yeshua's feet fall.
This prize means fellowship in His sufferings
Being conformed unto His death;
For this was the attitude of Yeshua
When for us He drew His last breath.
This prize is never won lightly
Not by those who box at the air -
Nor by those who always seek comfort
Messiah Yeshua is never found there!
Unto us by God it is given
In the behalf of Yeshua our Lord;
Not only to believe on His name
But to sufffer by His own accord.
I press on toward the mark for the prize
Of the high calling of God in Christ Yeshua;
My affection is set on heaven above -
For my life is whatever God pleases.
Ephesians 3: 1-17
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