A Crown Awaits

I am poor and sorrowful, sinking low, Under heavy burdens that I know. Let Your salvation, God, set me up on high, Lift my spirit 'til it touches sky. The starting gun sounds, the path is steep, Promises to break, and vows to keep.

With thunder in the drum, a heartbeat strong, I run this race where I belong! For mastery I strive, by rules divine, A crown awaits, a victory truly Thine! No tainted blood, no worldly gain, Just grace sufficient, washing through the rain!

The champion fell, a medal lost to shame, For chemicals that altered every game. We seek Your favor, not with human might, But pure devotion, shining ever bright. No shortcuts taken, no deceptive plea, Just honest labor, faithfully, to be.

Like the farmer toiling, seed by seed, Preparing soil, fulfilling every need. Your loving test, it purifies my soul, Makes broken parts entirely whole. From waiting for the bread, to casting nets so wide, A faithful fisher, walking by Your side.

With thunder in the drum, a heartbeat strong, I run this race where I belong! For mastery I strive, by rules divine, A crown awaits, a victory truly Thine! No tainted blood, no worldly gain, Just grace sufficient, washing through the rain!

Set me up on high, Lord, make me clean, In Your great strength, my purpose seen. Run the race, purified and free, Towards eternity, towards eternity...