Focused
The way to victory,
I cannot foresee.
How will it happen?
How do I believe?
A thousand weary thoughts,
Rummage through my mind.
Looking for a string of hope,
But none it can find.
Then the Helper steps in
And reminds my tired self.
Those who patiently endure,
Shall surely receive their help.
That there is a crown,
At the end of the race.
And all who come to Him,
He gives them grace.
So I hold on to my Hope,
Not in the natural realm.
But stay focused on Him,
My true prize and help.
My strength restored,
By His great love.
My eyes look upon,
The One seated above.
So I run to receive the prize,
And I box to win.
For in the finished work of Christ,
My victory is given!
~Sharon
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you! ā¤
LikeLiked by 1 person
That we should be to the praise of his glory, who first trusted in Christ. Ephesians 1:12
LikeLiked by 2 people
This is wonderful Sharon š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Praise God. Thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Amen! and you are so welcome š
LikeLike
Not only do I love your thoughts, but I also love the way you placed them on the page! A delight in so many ways!
LikeLike
Praise God for He helps me to write and thank you for your kind words! Much appreciated. ā¤
LikeLike
Amen š
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lovely poem! š
LikeLike
Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it! š
LikeLiked by 1 person