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