"The Race "
(by: D. H. Groberg)

4-5-2000 SOW Seeds Service from Church Within #78

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This week's SOW Seeds - #78 , contributed by: Kavita Pai

Story of the Week
The Race
(by: D. H. Groberg)

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"
They shout at me and plead.
"There's just too much against you now.
This time you can't succeed!"

And as I start to hang my head
In front of failure's face
My downward fall is broken by
The memory of a race.

And here refills my weakened will
As I recall that scene
For just the thought of that short race
Rejuvenates my being.

A children's race: Young boys, young men
How I remember well.
Excitement, sure! But also fear.
It wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope
Each thought to win that race.
Or tie for first, or if not that
At least take second place.

And fathers watched from off the side
Each cheering for his son
And each boy hoped to show his dad
That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went
Their hearts and hopes afire.
To win and be the hero there
Was each young boy's desire.

And one boy in particular
Who's dad was in the crowd
Was running near the lead and thought:
"My dad will be so proud."

But as they speeded down the field
Across a shallow dip
The little boy who thought to win
Lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself
His hand flew out to brace
And 'mid the laughter of the crowd
He fell flat on his face.

So down he fell and with him hope--
He couldn't win it now --
Embarrassed, sad, he only wished
To disappear somehow.

But as he fell his dad stood up
And showed his anxious face
Which to the boy so clearly said:
"Get up and win the race."

He quickly rose, no damage done.
-- Behind a bit that's all --
And ran with all his mind and might
To make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself--
To catch up and to win --
His mind went faster than his legs:
He slipped and fell again!

He wished then he had quit before
With only one disgrace
"I'm hopeless as a runner, now;
I shouldn't try to race."

But in the laughing crowd he searched
And found his father's face.
That steady look which said again:"
Get up and win the race."

So up he jumped to try again--
Ten yards behind the last --
"If I'm to gain those yards," he thought
"I've got to move real fast."

Exerting everything he had
He regained eight of ten
But trying so hard to catch the lead
He slipped and fell again!

Defeat! He lay there silently--
A tear dropped from his eye --
"There's no sense in running anymore"
"Three strikes; I'm out; Why try?"

The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind; so error prone
A loser all the way.

"I've lost, so what's the use," he thought"
I'll live with my disgrace"
But then he thought about his dad
Who soon he'd have to face.

"Get up" an echo sounded low
"Get up and take your place,
You were not meant for failure here
Get up and win the race."

"With borrowed will get up," it said
"You haven't lost at all
For winning is no more than this:
To rise each time you fall."

So up he rose to run once more
And with a new commit
He resolved that win or lose
At least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now
-- The most he'd ever been
--Still he gave it all he had
And ran as though to win.

Three times he's fallen, stumbling,
Three times he rose again
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place
Head high, and proud, and happy
No falling; no disgrace.

But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race.

And even though he came in last
With head bowed low, unproud,
You would have thought he won the race
To listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said
"I didn't do so well,"
"To me, you won," his father said
"You rose each time you fell."


And now when things seem dark and hard
And difficult to face
The memory of that little boy
Helps me in my race.

For all of life is like that race
With ups and downs and all
And all you have to do to win
Is rise each time you fall.

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"
They still shout in my face.
But another voice within me says:
"Get up and win the race!"

The Prayer
Dear God,        
        Although I may fall, and skin my knee, I will give it my All, rise again, run free.

You ALL are Within the Infinitely Loving Embrace of our Universal

The Creator's Eternal Love, through me, to all of You,
Pastor Daniel

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