There’s many a man of power and fame
Has not attained his cherished aim
Till fifty years or more of care
Have lined his brow and thinned his hair.
So though your goal seems far ahead,
Push bravely on with ceaseless tread,
Don’t hesitate to set your face
For final victory in the race.
Some find a short and easy way,
And conquer early in the day.
While others still are thick in strife
With all the myriad ills of life.
But though you have not gained your own,
Envy no man, and toil alone;
What if you seek a tardy prize?
You’ll win before the world realize!
Along the road of cares and pains
God’s law of compensation reigns,
And some whose strife is quickly done,
Tire of the prize as soon as won.
Enjoying what was once their quest,
Success obscures their early zest;
But you, whose trials seem unfair
When you arrive will have your share!
Just have the faith that as you plod,
Your path is in the sight of God;
And that his justice, firm and clear,
Will smooth the way and give you cheer.
With God to hold your questing hand,
You’ll some day reach the promised land;
What comfort more thy soul can raise,
Than God to guide you all your days.
copyright © 2008 Steve Wylie