January 24, 2015
ALS Poem
ALS
They thought it would be a hundred yard dash--
quick,hard and done--
but the finish line faded, so they ran on
220, 440 and more.
The pace slowed, everyone fell into rhythm
carrying the baton.
Supporters cheered, encouraged,
and gave a cup of cold water.
With courage and grace
they ran on and on--a marathon--
until one day, unexpectedly
they had crossed the finish line.
Nellie deVries 1/23/2015
~Lena's sister
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What a beautiful poem. Jack and his family ran an amazing race together. You were an incredible example of endurance. Your continued faith in God as your source of strength is a ongoing gentle reminder of His love. Thank you for reminding me how it is done.
ReplyDeleteNora Drewett
(Jacks cousin)
Into Glory!
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