The Heavenly Race
T'was that which Paul attested to
The worthy fight, the heavenly race
That which men ran through the age
With vigor, strength, and divine grace.
T'is a race to meet the Lord
One ruled and guided by the Lord
And a most unique one it is
For all who win are blessed and crowned.
But many are the afflictions of they that run
So much that many stumble and fall
Of endless pricks of earthly thorns
Of signposts leading to deadly turns.
But praise be to the Lord of Hosts
In that He gave the Holy Spirit
A guide of gracious personae
Who leads all athletes to Beulah-land.
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