The Last Marathon

The last mile

When the road is long and rough
You begin to grow tired and weary
Beware lest you let your guard down
Bitterness then quietly but surely slips in

Bitterness is an invisible and dark angel
He is clever at keeping you blind
So you only see the closed doors
Hope then seems to lose all hope

Hope which should be the strong anchor
Your focus and your goal escape you
Finding yourself in the valley of death
Help me! You continually cry out, Help!

Help! Your plea seems to go unheard
Searching for an escape in invalid places
Until a good friend gently guides you
Thank you Lord for your timely deliverance