The Race

Updated: Jun 23

Thoughts inspired by Sister J. Anette Dennis'

October 2025 General Conference talk tilted

"Cheering Each Other On"

Runners get ready,

We all take our marks,

The pistol fires starting the pace.

Though try as I might

To take hold of the lead,

I soon find myself in last place.

And with every stride

I fall further behind

‘Til im left far behind in the back.

With the spectators mock?

Will the racers deride?

Did I put on display all I lack?

Should I stay in the race?

Should I even have come?

Did I only set out just to fail?

Though doubts fill my mind

I continue my stride

And press forward, despite feeling frail.

Then just as a whisper

A voice soft and true

Says the race that I’m running is mine,

And when mounting the odds

That I've come up against,

The Lord says I’m doing just fine.

Let us then run with patience

The race set before us

For all we can do is our best,

And when crossing the finish

The Lord will award

The blessing to enter His rest.

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