The race is never too swift,
Or the battle ever too strong,
It’s the peace you have within,
And knowledge to know the wrong.

It’s not the way you run the race,
In the fight that you must win,
It’s in the effort of how you tried,
While our souls are slaves to sin.

It’s 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.

Ann Hart©
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