No Race To Win
In the arena of life I’ve no race to win
With God’s grace I walk secured and steadily slow
Like the timid turtle in the green field I’ve seen
When all others pass by and it happily lets them go.
With God’s grace I walk secured and steadily slow
I try unhurried like the turtle to reach the goal unseen
When all others pass by and it happily lets them go
Even then the morale is high and the mind serene.
I try unhurried like the turtle to reach the goal unseen
The track maybe long and the storm winds may blow
Even then the morale is high and the mind serene
I’ll find the signpost of success destiny will show.
The track maybe long and the storm winds may blow
Like the timid turtle in the green field I’ve seen
I’ll find the signpost of success destiny will show
In the arena of life I’ve no race to win.
May 27, 2021
Picture used : #4
Contest : Pantoum Rhyme
Sponsor : Eve Roper
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