(Running) Twenty-five miles into a marathon
The end is almost in sight.
To pull up for the final mile,
To give up just isn’t right.
One more click, a little more pain,
The medal a few steps away,
To seek rest and comfort too early;
That’s not the way I should play.
(Baseball) Down two runs with the bases full,
The hero steps up to the plate.
The story takes a horrible twist
If the Hero believes he’s too late.
Not a good effort, hardly a swing
As the ball pops in the catcher’s hand.
To lay down on the team, a cowardly act;
I don’t want to be that man.
(Football) He rounds the end behind two guards,
Open field to run for the first.
Angling towards the sideline seems good,
If the victory isn’t a deep thirst.
Juggling the football to the other hand,
Spying a defender with an attitude,
Pulling up short to run out of bounds;
No, I don’t want to be that dude.
(Living) Life gets tough, especially late.
But Jesus went all the way.
He finished the difficult, securing the win;
Yeah, that’s how I want to play.