Marathon
Luke 1:51
51 He has shown strength with His arm;
He has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.
Distance
Well how far have we come and where did we come from?
We are not even half way ... and we feel past the end.
Is that what it feels like ... to be declared a winner
without having finished ... the race to the end?
This sickness now engulfs ... many a runner
many who started ... with confidence the race
The hurdles are flat on the ground ... where we kicked them
as all of us have slowed now ... to a walking pace
We hold up a banner ... almost like a the barricade
No one now can pass us up ... as our imagination leads the race
It won’t be long now ... because we can’t go backwards
Even when selling out purpose ... being formless in any case
Jan Wienen
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