A song of victory, a song of pain
the price we pay for daily gain.
Each day we struggle and we fight
The race around us is always tight.

A of promised struggle, a promise of strife
The challenges we face in this our life
Yet he is with us, and yet he has run
With us until, this race is done.

His yoke is easy, and his burden is light
As we can rest, be healed by his might

Wesley Hague
Publications Editor