There’s only one chance at the wreath that awaits
Only one lifetime to strive.
Only one finish that counts in this world.
And only the time you’re alive.
Only one manual, one trainer, one chance.
Just time between you and the goal.
Only one foe to disqualify you
But this enemy runs for your soul.
This race is for brave-hearted, die hard achievers
For buffeting, disciplined focused believers.
For those who can throw off the weights that would slow them
For those who have studied the rules and who know them
For those who lean heartily on practice and skills,
But also on faith and an undeterred will.
So run, undistracted. Run fast toward the goal.
Keep steady, breathe deeply, and run for your soul.
The world is now small in the distance diminished.
The wreath soon you’ll wear..You’re approaching the finish!
The glory of this wreath dies not with applause.
This glory’s forever, for it’s in the cross!
Every athlete exercises self-control in all things. They do it to receive a perishable wreath, but we an imperishable. (I Corinthians 9:25)