The Gauntlet

I’ve run the gauntlet many times,

Each time the challenge was greater;

And just when I thought I’d won my race,

I was awakened by my Creator.

My book unfinished, my canvasses bare,

My brushes longing to fulfil their plan,

But now they must wait as I run again

As best, as I know I can.

I fear not death, merely the path

That leads us on the way,

For death itself is painless,

There is no night or day.

The gauntlet has been thrown to me

And once again I’ll take to hand;

My mind is keen, my body taut,

I focus, to understand.

For God has taught me well these years,

Each time I run my race,

To carry my Cross with all His love,

And His strength I will embrace.

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