- The Last Lap
Not on the marks to start the race
but on the lap to brace the tape;
muscle aches soon will cease.
Tape beckons the strides;
faith fires the pumping heart
while the crown blinks like morning star.
What a treasure the Master promised:
labor of love isn’t in vain for those
who brace the tape, bearing up.
Stride on, press on, ride on wings
of faith; see the tape a leap away,
eye on the winking crown.
The promise! The Word stands;
so should the heart nestle
in His unfailing love.
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
(18 Dec 2017)