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Raise the torch as in ancient Greece of old
To light the spirit of the fiery flame, For the mighty Olympiad The battle of the games. Are we eager to run on with perseverance With heart preparation already made, Willing to endure every hardship For the sacrifice now paid. Every life is set to take part right until the end But what will each careful step comprise, How shall we pace the marathon And will all win the golden prize. With eyes transfixed we gaze straight ahead The white tape alone is all we want to see, Nothing else turns our eye from the goal For our Jesus is waiting there in glory With our crown, expectantly. Soft Whispers from Everyone who competes in the
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