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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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