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The Prize
by Eric Ringle
10/07/09
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THE PRIZE

I climbed the mountain
That seemed as not to have an end

Up, up I trudged
Through the brush, over rock, snow bound at times.
And at times, sharp against me, steeply ahead.

Through the clouds, then darkest of night.
Gales at morning and causing fear.
Seeing no one to aid me as I trod on,
my fear mounted, as if a child, lost.

Oh there! That pulls the soul downward,
seemingly an easier path, with siren sounds.
Appearing to have a smoother route.

No rocks to cut or brush to tear and slow my trek.
Yet as the Comforter spoke to me, showing me
the softer, sweeter route was but quicksand.
A snare of death.

A trap laid there by the crafty enemy.
A trap as was confusion, placed to wreck
any soul of mankind who dared to seek,
Peace, and a place with the Almighty

So onward, upward I plotted-and looking across,
as I ascended, I viewed other mountains,
to them I gazed, till now thinking
I was the only one on a perilous journey!

There I saw others, on their mountain route,
climbing, crawling, some tumbling back.
Some retreating to the siren sound
of smoother soil with the quickening trap.

Though many were as I, alone and weary.
Yet seeing the goal of peace as the prize,
not one to be ignored or abandoned

The summit their goal, as mine,
though hindered and battered as was I.
Continuing to pray, seeking the correct path
That should lay ahead before us. Never giving in!

And now a new vision to see,
where I had come from.
The dark valley below, of ruinous ways
And of misery, death

Wayward paths that lead darker
to quickened snares, yet seeing
the darkness from what I had emerged,
my strength mounted, as with wings

I was now skilled on this path, an expert!
Stronger, wiser with gifts from above.

Seeing now that correctness was not
measured as simple or scented, however
that was the righteous way of life.
Stretched out before me to choose

Will I choose right? Face fear, eye to eye!
Will I find strength to move onward?
As if into life itself, though not
an easy path, oh my Lord, no!
But a Glorious one to be sure, a prize, Amen!



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Brenda Shipman 08 Oct 2009
Great poem! You truly captured the essence of our pilgrim journey here on earth, with all its difficulties, temptations to take the easier route, weariness, and victory in the end. I like how you wove in the value of occasionally looking back down the path we've already traveled to remember God's faithfulness in rescuing us from so many snares, as well as the many ways He equipped us to persevere. Good job with this!!




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