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The course of life is like a game,
that many play for wealth and fame.
The rate of play can be so fast,
that many players do not last.

Millions fall in the game of life,
through causes that are all too rife.
Many have keeled over and died,
while others have been laid aside.

Some are sidelined because they are ill,
and cannot exercise their skill.
Others because they lose a job,
And frequently are made to sob.

When forced to stand and watch from the side,
as others run the race in stride.
Many a man has wept and cried,
as fate lays low his pompous pride.

But there are benefits to gain,
when our best efforts end in vain.
Patience is learned while standing still,
not while working to make a kill.

Perspective comes from pondering on,
events of life that have come and gone.
Persistence is learned when we are spurned,
When life is churned, character is formed.

Fleshly lusts and the pride of life,
corrupts the soul and causes strife.
Life’s purpose is learned while standing still,
Living for God, makes the soul thrill.

So, if you’re sitting in the box,
and feeling like a wounded fox.
You cannot charge and lead the hunt
which makes you mad and prone to grunt.

It’s time to take an inward look.
Have you been living by the Book?
Be sure to learn life’s lessons well,
if you in peace desire to dwell.

Then when again, you join the game,
the lesson learned your life will frame.
You will be sober, stronger, wise,
to play life’s game and earn God’s prize.

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