Day Runner

Running shoes pounded down the street,
Marathon race another test of faith.
Steady strides against the wind,
fartleck carbo-loading determined to win.
One-mile mark came my second wind,
what a euphoric joy, we were led to win.
Oh Asahel, likened to a wild roe,
Ahimaaz, good tidings were expected from you.
Cushi, you bear the awaited tidings,
John, in due time we heard your tidings.
Oh Pheidippides, honoured by great men.
It's a real joy to hear Chaerete Nicomen!
It has been my longing to be a finisher,
the remaining miles I've run a finisher!
Now, another course to endure,
Christian race of life I'm sure.
The greatest victory was won at Calvary,
Jesus saved me and gave me victory!
Here comes a day runner! I'm not alone,
running and shouting, Hail We've Won!

 By Jose B. Cabajar