Philippians 3:14 I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.
This young man, surrounded by medical personnel, crawled across the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Christians are also called to run a race with patience. His perseverance inspired this poem.
THE FINISH LINE
By James Rasbeary
January 22, 2010
A thousand runners started the race,
All together, they began the pace;
But as the long day wore ever on
More and more had quietly withdrawn;
The finish line they would not see,
They would not taste the victory
That only the finishers know
Whether they ran fast, or slow.
One man who boldly began the race
Struggled on as he pursued the chase;
But the miles began to take their toll
On his muscles, heart, lungs, and soul;
He watched as others fell away –
Beaten, broken, they could not stay;
On the sideline they sat and wept
While the young man took another step.
Failure offered her cold embrace,
If he would quit his stubborn race.
But on he pressed, despite the pain,
The finish line he would obtain.
To die while finishing the race
Would not be half as much disgrace;
Failure’s offer coldly disdained,
On his knees, the goal he attained.
The Lord ordained for me a race,
And many started to keep pace;
But as the years have worn away
Many of them have gone astray.
And the years take a heavy toll
On my mind, heart, body and soul.
Still, my own course I must complete –
Whether crawling, or on my feet.