.......
I'm done with competition. I surrender...
I wrote this poem last night:
The Race
and young ones hear my story
from my sons---
I don't want vast achievements read..
How Charles won
at any cost.
No, but let my life instead
be offered up for Heaven's glory!
All to Jesus! All for Him!
All to lose so they can win.
When my life is done, begin:
"how Charles ran and won
the lost."
the lost."