1. Whether born of noble birth With great accompanying pomp and pageantry And much expectations for a bright future; Or of supposed low birth Without even a register to enter our birth, Let alone the hope of a ‘lucky monkey’ One thing is certain: The divine Architect who crafted us in secret Has marked out for us A race to run And tracks within which to run. 2. His decision was not based On our abilities and competencies Nor of merit of any sort; It is out of GRACE— Pure GRACE, That in His sovereign will He places us in various tracts of various races. 3. In our finite and corruptible minds We are inclined to think of some of these races and tracts As more honorable than others, Those which bring some into the limelight— Whom the world calls ‘Stars’ and recently, ‘Superstars’— But for those whose tracks go through seemingly nether lands, Through obscure places to unmarked graves, We consign to the rank of ‘ordinary commoners’ Yet in the sight of God Who made and marked out these tracks for us all There is no difference— No difference between The names by which we call the various athletic events Or the athletes who run them, For each was designed To accomplish His eternal purposes And no one accomplishment Will be complete without the other. 4. Therefore beloved fellow athlete Involved in this invisible race, Do not look across your shoulder To behold with an evil eye The race your neighbour runs, But run your own race with joy; And wheresoever your race has been marked out to pass--- Across the dense Amazon forest, Or the arid Sahara desert; Over the towering Himalayan heights, Or down the lonesome crevices of Chimborazo and Cotopaxi; Across the Niagara or ‘Devil’s Throat’ which dare the bravest, Or the still waters of Lake Bosomtwi or the Dead Sea; Through the fearful Valley of the Shadow of Death Or the pleasant Valley of Berakah; Yea, from the throes of Flamingo, the Camp of No Return, To the fanfare of Hollywood; Whether it is through persecution to martyrdom Or through celebration and stardom--- What the Master desires is that We run with perseverance The race which is marked out for us, And to depend on His inexhaustible GRACE To start and finish every phase of this race, Until with the inner witness Of the Blessed Holy Spirit we declare with Paul, ‘I have fought the good fight I have held on to the faith, I have finished the race’ Then shall we all receive a hero’s welcome The Master’s praise: ‘Well done, good and faithful servant, Enter into your Master’s rest’ 5. And there, When the secrets of men’s hearts are made bare, And we behold with unveiled eyes How each person ran their race, We will marvel at one of the wonders of Heaven, ANONYMOUS CELEBRITIES, People, whose names though may not feature in halls of fame, Are held in high honour by God Because they ran with diligence and perseverance The race marked out for them. POEM WRITTEN BY APOSTLE DR. M.K NTUMY(PAST CHAIRMAN, C.O.P)
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 12:58:03 +0000
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