One Guarantee


The race is not for the swift
Nor the battle to the strong
Favour is not to the skilled
And bread is not for the wise
It is God that opens our eyes
He controls all healed and killed
We receive for our wrong
But his grace is a gift
Though one labour with haste
He is still behind
Yet there is one that is slow
But is pushed ahead of the grind
The Lord brings low and lifts up too
None can resist what he willeth to do

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