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.