The finish line belongs to those who never give up.
There will be
Dry desert days.
More doubt than faith.
More darkness than light.
But you don’t have to see to believe.
You don’t have to feel to know.
You don’t have to experience to be sure.
In the end there will be—
The reward of faith,
The joy of the faithful,
And rest for the weary.
I begin to cherish more
The still, small voice
Than the applause of men.
The faith of a little child
Than the confidence of kings.
The sadness of an unfinished hope
Than the sweetness of the longing fulfilled.
