Poetry (The beginning)

The Race

I run the impossible race

With the gifts of courage and grace

With challenges up ahead

That will probably leave me dead

I forge ahead

Through the darkened path

Alone I tread

Through nature's wrath

My friends

My enemies

My Lord

My God

My son

This war

Has just

Begun

Hope and strength

Are hollow words

Against the length

Of golden swords

No man has ever finished the race

Even at the slowest pace

I try again and again

But when my strength's gone, what then

Without a bit of hope

Up the steepest hill

I have no time to mope

In the air there is a chill

The sun rises

The grass grows

The flowers bloom

The moon glows

The stars shine

The path carries on

This race

Has just

Begun

Get a grip, I say

Deliver me, Oh God

I pray to the Lord

My hands full of sod

Why did I run the race

One I could never win

To even try to keep pace

What a sin

But a voice From thy sky

Looks down on me and says:

Dream the impossible dream

run the impossible race

Build the unbeatable team

Don't lower your face

You're precious to me

Like a diamond or a pearl

I've grown you like a tree

So you long to be free

Run the impossible race

Win the unwinnable fight

Always give chance

To what you see as right

My Lord

My God

My Savior

My Counselor

My soul

My heart

My Enemy

My heroes

My king

My leader

My general

My judge and Jury

My father

My mother

My daughter

My son

This daunting task

This unwinnable race

Let it start

I'm ready to run