These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Where'd They Move the Finish Line?

This life is full of ups and downs,
the hope, that soon we'd win.
Sometimes we play the normal rounds
with energy quite thin.

We press along to win the goal
when soon we realize,
the finish line's beyond the knoll
not seen yet 'fore the prize.

The carrot's always out-of-reach,
the time to rest ne'er comes,
but earthly days are times, that teach
us wisdom, parts, and sums.

The Lord is worth our sacrifice
for things, we must give up,
are just a pittance, not the price.
He drank the bitter cup.

The death of dreams will see His Hands
renew and resurrect,
each gift we have now by His Plans,
transformed, and all bedecked.

The finish line is what He chooses
for each soul alive.
Unique the days He molds and uses,
making us to thrive.

For some, it is a century
great lauded by all men.
For some, responsibility
is hidden in a glen.

For some, the days of life are few.
For some, they're really hard.
Of some, we're grateful that we knew.
Each wise one is a bard.

Some seem to have more than their share
of troubles day by day,
but when they're spoke by him o'er there,
What glory on display!

Some struggle just to find success
in life a time or two,
but then we'll see how they were blest
when breathing's Day is through.

The hidden plants of shadows deep
seem worthless at the first,
but great the moisture they do keep.
For gloried plants they slate thirst.

The finish line is never moved,
but we don't equal see.
The Wisdom of the Lord is proved
in choosing liberally.

The one, who works at end of Day,
one hour is his task.
He's paid the same as those obeying
all the Day as asked.

Do fault we God, Who chooses days
as He in Wisdom plans?
Do we dare question what he says,
since we don't understand?

Do we in pride dare think we know
He has no right to choose
the ones to bless in glory show,
and how He us may use?

So, where'd they move the finish line?
No "they" in this be known
for God did choose the final sign.
His Glory 'twould be grown.

The finish line in the life of each
is known by just the Lord.
We live each day and souls beseech,
"Bow down to God, The Word."

by Jay O’Toole
on May 26th, 2021