The Race of Life
Is it really true that the swift have the race
What race you say
The race of life say me
Or is it so that he who remains in the race
The victor to be
I want to render the race complete
But it is not to me belong the rule
So here I am walking
Along the broad way
When its the narrow road I should trod
Then what is to become of the runner
Who stopped half way
He who would falter
So many did try
And oh how they failed
Am I to be of that sort
Maybe the help I sought
Was not the help I did need.
And then they say oh look at thee
Have fallen from the tree of life
To be all for eternity
Not I say me
Before the call at Judgment day
Until the final trumpet blow
For its not for you to say
Who should stay or who should go
But he who knows the hearts desire
Shall be the one to say expire.
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