Sunday, June 9, 2019

Precursor to the Prize

Sometimes it rouses great concern 
At treacherous trends being set...
when the downward slope is so gradual
That it doesn't seem too serious... yet
The single step may seem harmless
but each step will always precede
Another, and we should be wary
of where given Time, they will lead

 There is a way which seems right to a man,
 But its end is the way of death.

The price precedes the payoff
The grit precedes the goal
Desire precedes the destiny
Where death unveils the whole

Then, friend do not grow weary
The climb precedes the view
And faith precedes the finish line
Where all will be made new

Reaching precedes the holding
And pride precedes the fall
Planting precedes the harvest, love
(ah, seeds do not stay small!)

The hurt precedes the healing
The bud precedes the rose
And cross precedes the crown that waits
After Time’s curtain close

The want precedes the getting
The prayer precedes the peace
And trust in God precedes the day
When need of it will cease

© Janet Martin

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