At that moment, I remembered my childhood rhymes:
“He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day”
…just that I never really fought, and now it’s too late to fight again.
I felt it wasn’t a big deal
I did not feel like fighting the battle
I pushed it away like it never mattered
I felt I could run the race without caring much about it
So I put on my racing shoes and ran
The coach kept pointing out its presence,
But I kept running, till I couldn’t feel the guilt anymore
I thought it had lost track of me
I felt a momentarily peace
Until suddenly, at the finishing line it appeared
It stood there, towering over me like a giant.
Oh! The forgotten battle!!!
I thought my little pride didn’t matter,
After all, I only boasted of God’s gifts
I thought my little lies was a norm
Everybody lies, even some pastors
I thought my lustful thoughts were not so bad
I didn’t even think of exercising them
I thought and thought until I killed the still small voice in me
I should have fought this battle!
I should have defeated the old man who still ruled a part of me
I should have dealt with my sinful desires
Now, at the end of the race,
When I thought I had run the good race
The old nature stood tall, accusing me of my unsanctified life
Is this how I’ll lose my crown of glory?