How many times
Have you uttered “I quit!”
And knew that you could not,
When you thought a bit.

For life cries repeating,
“The task is not done;”
Souls are still lost
That needs to be done.

And how many lessons
Have we yet to face
Before we will learn
The strength of God’s grace.

For we grow and prosper
Through pain gendered strife,
And we sink our roots
When the storms at its height.

Let’s choose closer Heaven
When clouds come our way,
And cherish more dearly
Our privilege to pray.

Yes, we must march onward,
Not sulk in remorse.
Let’s determine to fight,
And finish the course.

-JLD