Wednesday, September 8, 2010


I'm reading the book "Finishing Strong" by Steve Farrar, I have read it some years back but while in the bookshop I stumbled on it (I gave my previous copy out to a friend who seized and so I bought another copy, intending to give it to hubby. I saw it on the dresser yesterday and i picked it up and started to read, I read this poem and it struck a chord.

If you're like me, you've been to the place of "failure" on several occasions, that place where you just want to give up and walk away from that dream that looms higher than you, if you're in that place now, I pray you get to read this poem and be encouraged to keep on moving on, no matter how hard. It tells the story of a boy in a race and how he fell three times but because of his father cheering him on in the stands he got up each time and continued the race.

Maybe you don't have anyone cheering you on and you feel its not worth it, lemme be that voice cheering you on today...go ahead and keep is not a 100yard dash, but a marathon, its not about how fast you finished...its that you did finish.


Defeat, he lay there silently
A tear dropped from his eye
There's no sense running anymore
Three strikes, I'm out, why try?

The will to rise had disappeared
All hope had fled away
So far behind so error prone
A loser all the way

"I've lost, so what", he thought
I'll live with my disgrace
But then he thought about his dad
Whom soon he'd have to face

"Get up" the echo sounded low
"Get up" and take your place
You were not meant for failure here
"Get up", and win the race

With borrowed will "Get up" it said
"You haven't lost at all"
For winning is no more than this
To rise each time you fall

So up he rose to run once more
And with a new commit
He resolved, that win or lose
At least he shouldn't quit

So far behind the others now
The most he'd ever been
Still he'd give it all he had
And run as though to win

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling
Three times he'd rose again
Too far behind to hope to win
He still ran to the end

They cheered the winning runner
As he crossed the line first place
Head high and proud and happy
No falling, no disgrace

But when the fallen youngster
Crossed the line, last place
The crowd gave him the greater cheer
For finishing the race

And even though he came in last
With head bent low, unproud
You would have thought he'd won the race
To listen to the crowd

And to his dad he sadly said
"I didn't do too well"
"To me you won", his father said
"You rose each time you fell"

by D. H. Groberg

PS: For the sake of the length i cut off a few verses, i hope the message still got across...


  1. Somebody needs to seriously read this post! Now who was it?
    Yes! miss Flying high. She had a depressed post and this entry here is the best encouragement she needs!

  2. The story of the young boy resounds in my spirit, and I will get back up again each time. Seven times we fall, and seven times we get back up again.

  3. I got the message. We fall but keep rising. How are you dear?

  4. LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it! Thanks for such a wonderful reminder to just keep going!

    I have missed you my friend!!