*This is not what I consider good poetry (not really), but it’s what was on my heart.
I want to finish well, O Lord;
I want to finish well.
Help me complete what I’ve begun.
Help me to stay the course and never stray.
I need to know Your grace, my God;
I need to know Your grace.
For only by your grace can I keep on.
Everything I give to You, Your mercy keeps.
Help me to keep my word, Lord God;
Help me to keep my word.
I want to fix my eyes on Your Son.
I want to deny myself and my desire to stray.
I want to win the prize, my Lord;
I want to win the prize.
The race you call me to is worth the run—
The crown of life You give to cast at Your feet.
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Because it is your birthday, I sent this card to you.
I wanted something with value just because it is for you.
So I looked and searched until I found
A card from way back when girls were girls and men were men.
It’s just a little thing, I know but it says a lot about you,
You’ve stood so strong in the storms of life while others fell around you.
You’ll finish well, of that I’m sure and haven’t any doubt,
Because when others run away, you just dig in and shout.
You shout to the Lord and sing His praise,
When storms are raging for days and days.
I’ve seen you tired, and down, and crying
But I’ve never once seen you stop trying.
So sleep well tonight, my good friend,
Knowing your race will be won at the end.
You’ll get that crown you passion for,
And He’ll welcome you into Heaven’s door.
With arms spread wide and smiling face,
He’ll say, “Come in, Daughter! You won that race!”
Happy Birthday to my lovely poetical BFF!