![]() Three times he’d fallen stumbling, three times he rose again. Still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win. So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been, So, up he rose to run once more, refusing to forfeit,Īnd he resolved that win or lose, at least he wouldn’t quit. You were not meant for failure here! Get up and win that race!” Get up!” the echo urged him on, “Get up and take your place! “Get up,” an echo sounded low, “you haven’t lost at all,įor all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall. “I’ll live with my disgrace.”īut then he thought about his dad, who soon he’d have to face. I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought. “There’s no sense running anymore! Three strikes I’m out! Why try? “If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought, “I’ve got to run real fast!”Įxceeding everything he had, he regained eight, then ten…īut trying hard to catch the lead, he slipped and fell again.ĭefeat! He lay there silently. So he jumped up to try again, ten yards behind the last. With a steady look that said again, “Get up and win that race!” “I’m hopeless as a runner now, I shouldn’t try to race.”īut through the laughing crowd he searched and found his father’s face He wished that he had quit before with only one disgrace. So anxious to restore himself, to catch up and to win, ![]() He quickly rose, no damage done, behind a bit that’s all,Īnd ran with all his mind and might to make up for his fall. Which to the boy so clearly said, “Get up and win that race!” Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.īut as he fell his dad stood up and showed his anxious face, Trying hard to catch himself, his arms flew everyplace,Īnd midst the laughter of the crowd he fell flat on his face.Īs he fell, his hope fell too he couldn’t win it now. The little boy who thought he’d win, lost his step and slipped. Was running in the lead and thought “My dad will be so proud.”īut as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip, One boy in particular, whose dad was in the crowd, To win, to be the hero there, was each young boy’s desire. ![]() The whistle blew and off they flew, like chariots of fire, Their parents watched from off the side, each cheering for their son,Īnd each boy hoped to show his folks that he would be the one. Or tie for first, or if not that, at least take second place. They all lined up so full of hope, each thought to win that race ![]() ![]() My downward fall is broken by the memory of a race.Ī children’s race, young boys, young men how I remember well,Įxcitement sure, but also fear, it wasn’t hard to tell. Whenever I start to hang my head in front of failure’s face, See what happens and how it relates to grace. Read this inspiring poem of a boy who ran a race where he came in last place. In addition, “grace is an enabling power that allows men and women to lay hold on eternal life and exaltation after they have expended their own best efforts.” We do not earn grace through our efforts rather, it is grace that gives us “strength and assistance to do good works that otherwise would not be able to maintain.” ( See Come, Follow Me – For Individuals and Families pg 123) Grace is “divine…help or strength, given through the bounteous mercy and love of Jesus Christ.” Through grace, all people will be resurrected and receive immortality. Grace is the divine strength given to each of us to keep going and never give up! Read this inspiring poem of a boy that took last place yet received the loudest cheers. ![]()
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