THE QUITTER

By Robert W. Service

When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child, And Death looks you bang in the eye, And you're sore as a boil, it’s according to Hoyle To cock your revolver and . . . die. But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can," And self-dissolution is barred. In hunger and woe, oh, it’s easy to blow . . . It’s the hell-served-for-breakfast that’s hard. "You're sick of the game!" Well, now that’s a shame. You're young and you're brave and you're bright. "You've had a raw deal!" I know — but don't squeal, Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight. It’s the plugging away that will win you the day, So don't be a piker, old pard! Just draw on your grit, it’s so easy to quit. It’s the keeping-your chin-up that’s hard. It’s easy to cry that you're beaten — and die; It’s easy to crawfish and crawl; But to fight and to fight when hope’s out of sight — Why that’s the best game of them all! And though you come out of each gruelling bout, All broken and battered and scarred, Just have one more try — it’s dead easy to die, It’s the keeping-on-living that’s hard. ---just a poem my cousin Daniel recommend me to read. so true. so good. really what so many young people face! we lose hope. we want to give up. life and all it's questions can be so overwhelming. and through it all, Jesus is with us, helping us walk the path of life. when we are most confused--God is not. He knows it all--He has plans for everything! so, trusting Him is what we need to do. and one day we will finish the road of life and run into the arms of our waiting Saviour--oh what a day that will be!---