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Wednesday, March 14, 2007
The Heavenly Grandstand
I was running the race of life, and the wind was at my back;
There was never a fairer day to run, never a smoother track.
So with my head held high as the miles raced by,
I ran with careless ease.
I would run this race, I would win first place
So my Master I would please.
Then an unforeseen hand rudely pushed me down,
And I fell with a thud to the cold, cruel ground;
And broken and bruised, I began to cry
As the other runners all passed me by.
"Lord, help me please! I can't run anymore;
I'm broken and battered, I'm tired and sore;
I don't think I can make it, I just want to die,
I don't even have what it takes to try."

And as I lay bleeding upon the ground,
A vast "cloud of witnesses" gathered around.
They were heroes of old, all the saints of the ages,
Who through weakness were strong
And through faith made courageous
They started to cheer and wildly applaud,
And their voices rose up giving glory to God
And then to myself I said ,"How can this be?"
For the saints of the ages were cheering for me!
Then Abel cried out ," There is power in the blood!"
And Noah said," He'll keep you safe through the flood."
Then Jacob said," Weary one, lean on the Lord."
And Moses cried out ," Child, look to the reward!"
Then Sarah stepped forward, holding Abraham's hand,
And both said "Trust God when you don't understand."
In God's promises, child you must always believe,
For sometimes He''ll do things you just can't conceive.
Come on! You can do it! Get up off your face.
And run with endurance the rest of the race.
And remember, my child, when your strength is all gone,
The saints of the ages are cheering you on!"

So I rose to my feet midst their thunderous ovation
And started to run with great determination;
And that's when I saw Him, my Saviour and Lord,
And I knew in my heart I must win the reward
To cast down before Him the crown that I'd won,
And to hear Him say to me,"Well done, child, well done!"
-Janice Rogers Edminston-

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