He told me I’m a traveller,
Walking a step in a day towards dusk
That on my very back I bore a task
To spread His Word, to be a gospel teller.
I said my fear was my burden,
Rejection, oppression, separation.
That my predecessors on this path had fallen.
To walk through, to finish, I needed a passion.
He ignited in me a fire hidden beneath the fears.
Burning with a breeze of peace, grace; a zeal.
His glory on me, a beauty immune to passing years.
And oh! How I loved the way that made me feel.
He said I was a land vast and bare,
With an occasional bush just here and there.
So on me he planted a seed
And over time watered and removed every weed.
He sent many blessings before me,
A thousand wins, thousands of impact
He sent me, a servant to be
For His Glory’s sake, to keep me intact.
Yes, He made me a winner.
Relentless, unwavering, a contender
He said, just finish the race
At the finish line, you will see my face
Mariana 
Yes Marion,we must be a finisher and not simply starter.I loved last two lines of your post
which is so beautifully written. Cheers to you!
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Thank you so much,
Cheers
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cool. Hug
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Have sent u a mail
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That is magnificent. Vivid images…..Finishing the race can be so hard.
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That’s true. Starting is easy, finishing is a grace
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Reblogged this on The Searchlight.
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Thank you so much for the reblog
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You are welcome dear
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My dear, I have just nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award. Could you please accept the nomination? It is on http://omigacouk.wordpress.com/2020/2/9-sunshine-blogger-award…
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