a child's call

July 25, 2006

hurdles many, as we run
seem so tall, when we take a rest
know the prize is worth the pain
but end of today seems so far away

friends are watching from the seats
cheering on, dissuading defeats
yesterday, they cheered so loud
but now, can barely hear the crowd

some days when the clouds are thick
feels the world is at our back
chittering jeers, unceasing attack
hurdles still stand in the path

closing eyes, take a deep breath
remember He who walked to death
with Savior's Strength, we'll never fall
all for free, a child's call

Type: Poetry

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