Win the Race

Leaving all Worldly Junk behind, lightens the Step, for even the Blind,
You cross the Finish-Line, ending the Race, Running at, an Eternal Pace.

Win the Race
By Arley Steinhour 012918

If I were a puppet on a string,
With someone behind the curtain,
I could dance, and I could sing,
I talented human, I am certain.

Like Pinocchio, I’d entertain,
No Matter the subject offered,
But, I cannot truly explain,
Scripted Line, unless altered.

I’m not a puppet on a string,
No More, to l dance and sing,
The Son of God gave me wing,
In His Word, no more a plaything.

That night he told me “Write Poetry,”
The strings of mortal control fell away,
I was no longer keys of cabinetry,
But, Jesus Spirit for all Eternity.

The trials of my mortality blossomed,
As if, I had to wing use to fly,
My Heart Was Cleaned, as I resumed,
My Immortality, cleaned from Satan’s lie.

Today, I reach out to the unsaved,
With the Talents, given by God/Jesus,
To Cast the Net, that all be Enclaved,
In New Jerusalem, that eternally Frees Us.

Should you be willing to accept our God,
Four Eternity, as His Gift of Grace,
Never More to bear The Lash of His Rod,
You, like myself, will ‘Win the Race.’

AMEN