Give Up
“Say uncle! Give up!” my older brother said
As he wrestled me to the floor.
No, keep at it until I got him down,
but soon Mom was at the door.
“You two at it again?” she pled
Oh, but I wanted to hold a limb
But his was five years stronger
I could hold on no longer.
Then the humility came.
He won this game.
The competitions were fun
But it seemed I never won.
What it did give me was courage
Though I hated it like porridge
Cold, left over...like dying.
He would never catch me crying!
Are you afraid of loosing,
Or of a sickness with sores oozing?
Can you loose with grace,
Seeing pride as your opponent’s face?
Are you afraid of demons or spirits
Or can you resist until all submits?
To the name of Jesus you wield
Thankfully to Him we yield.
It’s not just a game.
For us He came,
To teach us in real life
In all battles and in all strife,
That we can rejoice and win
If we keep our peace and love within,
We can even help others be free,
To never give up until eternity.
Copyright © Helen Reimer | Year Posted 2020
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