These Feet of Clay ~

I walk, I stumble,
I fall down . . .
yet, these feet of clay
will always be . . .
heaven bound.

I stub my toe,
I scrap my knee . . .
yet, these feet of clay
know from Satan . . .
they must flee.

I twist my ankle,
I can’t  get up . . .
yet, these feet of clay
still tastes the victory
of a winner’s cup.

I run, I race,
I trip and tumble . . .
yet, these feet of clay
still remain . . .
meek and humble.

I lose, I win,
I worry, I rest . . .
yet, these feet of clay
still must go . . .
through the test.

I walk, I stumble
I fall on my face . . .
yet, these feet of clay
still won’t quit . . .
the faithful race!

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Philippians 2:16

“Holding forth the word of life;
that I may rejoice in the day of Christ,
that I have not run in vain,
neither laboured in vain.”

King James Version
by Public Domain

Copyright 2014
Deborah Ann Belka