Old thoughts

A poem I wrote a while ago that I found when transferring my "scraps of paper poems" onto a more available source.

09.28. 2008

Philippians 3:10- end

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call

Onward! Upward!

Ever skyward!

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call.

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call

My ever present aim

His image and mine the same!

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call.

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call.

Forgetting things which are behind

Reaching forward, I hope to find

My goal, the prize

Of the upward call.

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call

The power of His rising—

The fellowship of His suffering—

My goal is the prize

Of the upward call.

I was going to add more to it, but my inspiration ran out that night, and I haven't been able to find the right words.