Run The Race With Endurance
Looking back to the long road behind,
Then again to the uncertain road ahead,
We proceed with a nod toward our goals
And run the race with endurance.
Perhaps it’s enough to run
For our own strident sake
Or more, for the fierce sense given,
By the love and devotion to the race.
Greater still, is the signet thrill,
When in great clouds you're surrounded.
In pure joy with your fellow journeymen,
Who stand witness for a shared cross bared,
Upon the road marked out for us.
So let the road be your
Friend, tutor, and guide,
With neither fear nor contempt
As your fellow companion.
The end never being the aim,
Willingly we weather multivariate terrains.
Though before us, times may present
Many ardent, and overwhelming courses,
Do not give into the sin
Of uncertainty's convention.
To be abated or swayed away
Is a badge of arrogance,
And the seat of conceit;
The sign of self indulgence.
It is better by far to finish
Tired, worn, and weary
Than to lose heart, and fall wayside
Unguided, lost, and alone.
To run the race with endurance
Emblazons the soul's signature
Upon the length of life's mile.
By faith we are set to lead,
And by grace given,
What strength we need.
So fix your heart upon its perfecter.
When in the game, let go your shame,
Throwing off the yokes that hinder.
For Heaven hails the humble
With a final victory
In a great voice of veneration.
Then again to the uncertain road ahead,
We proceed with a nod toward our goals
And run the race with endurance.
Perhaps it’s enough to run
For our own strident sake
Or more, for the fierce sense given,
By the love and devotion to the race.
Greater still, is the signet thrill,
When in great clouds you're surrounded.
In pure joy with your fellow journeymen,
Who stand witness for a shared cross bared,
Upon the road marked out for us.
So let the road be your
Friend, tutor, and guide,
With neither fear nor contempt
As your fellow companion.
The end never being the aim,
Willingly we weather multivariate terrains.
Though before us, times may present
Many ardent, and overwhelming courses,
Do not give into the sin
Of uncertainty's convention.
To be abated or swayed away
Is a badge of arrogance,
And the seat of conceit;
The sign of self indulgence.
It is better by far to finish
Tired, worn, and weary
Than to lose heart, and fall wayside
Unguided, lost, and alone.
To run the race with endurance
Emblazons the soul's signature
Upon the length of life's mile.
By faith we are set to lead,
And by grace given,
What strength we need.
So fix your heart upon its perfecter.
When in the game, let go your shame,
Throwing off the yokes that hinder.
For Heaven hails the humble
With a final victory
In a great voice of veneration.
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