"WOW" is the only suitable word for this poem

Run, boy, run!
Follow the voice that rings within, that’s it.
You haven’t got anything else to do in this world.

May they call you blind, May they call you mad,
May they throw you out of their little world,
Just listen to what it says, go on...

The Master is only One, and He is within you.
If you want Him to be there… He is there, above you...
Below you, Beside you, in each and every nook and corner you can look at.
No matter what...never ever...take your eye off the beacon.

Did they throw stones at you for no reason?
At you, who can’t even walk straight?
And you stand and blame destiny? No.
See clearly...just look in.
You would never have run on earth, hadn’t the stones flown at you.
You would never have run like the wind blew.

Now you look at your legs and then at the gash on your forehead,
And say to yourself, “Oh, My Jesus! I never knew You loved me this much”

Run, boy, run!

Some of them you met more often, they leave you...
They keep running on their own roads,
If you happen to meet them here or there,
Say a hi, say a word of love and mean it.
Say a bye and get back to your road.
But be there, always, for them.

Some of them slip off the stage, while you were still there.
Oh, what made a difference to you?
Your beacon is still there, since it’s within you.
They came so they have gone.
They wouldn’t have, hadn’t they come.

And some of them haven’t slipped off, they just slid down.
Oh, is it?
Just throw your hand into them.
They hold it? Just drag them up.
They didn’t see it? Shake it once or twice.
They saw, and yet they didn’t see?
Just draw your hand back and resume your run.

Run, boy, run!

And most of all, you might loose a part or two of what you called your body.
The question you ask yourself remains the same, ”So what?”
You are still what you are.



Don’t say this wasn’t your destiny.
For you wouldn’t call it destiny had it not happened.
Have Him in heart and if you did, let me tell you.
On the day you leave, you would look back only to see how glorious it was.

Run, boy, run!
Go on and on...on the wings of the Master!