The Last Lap

• 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)

 

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