The race is
never too swift,
Or the battle ever too strong,
Itís the peace you have within,
And knowledge to know the wrong.
Itís not the way you run the race,
In the fight that you must win,
Itís in the effort of how you tried,
While our souls are slaves to sin.
Itís not in speech or fancy words,
It could be in a gentle touch,
Or just a little smile from you,
Could bless a heart so much.
It really depends on if you care,
Enough to make that start,
And the thing that really matters,
That you do it from your heart.