The Race And The Entrants Poem by margaret haig

Running the RaceRunning the race, the entrant is thinking,

How shall I go, shall I be fast tracking;

The man calls their names and they each get down,

But someone starts off early, oh what a frown.


They all get ready, and the man says ready, set go,

Off they all start, around the track they all know,

The runner he thinks, as he races along there,

Have I done enough practice, as the crowd do stare.


But; soon he starts to put speed in each step,

And races ahead, The pace has some depth;

As they come up fast to the first time round,

One of the runners knocks another to the ground.


The runner is now fifteen feet ahead of the rest,

He wants to win the race, another medal in his nest;

As the race comes soon to the end for each one,

That entrant remembered the race of life soon to come.


As Paul had spoken of the race we all run,

In life it's not how much we have, but what we've done;

We run the race of life, seeking to live right,

Serving God our Father, walking in the light.



As we get to the end of the race we run,

When we finish our race well hear hopefully well done;

We can't go wrong when we do right and serve the Lord,

Pray, show kindness and care, and study His Word.