No Battle,No Glory
With every breath
there's an abounding grace,
with every moment
an appointed place,
with every hope
there is a fear to face,
with every race
there is a certain pace.
there is no trial
if there is no attempt,
there is no rise
if there was no descent,
and where opposition
is often met,
there is the place
our efforts be well spent.
Without such resistance
no man can become stronger
for he has not learnt how to stand
much less knows he how to conquer.
so whenever faced with times like these
let the thought your spirit please
that you wouldnt be where you are
if you never crossed rough seas.
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