I’m at the starting line
Get ready, get set
BOOM! We take off
But I’m far behind the rest
We’re pressing toward the mark
But I think it may be separate
I know I’m going to win
But they all seem desperate
To win this shiny trophy
While I chase a crown
And as I’m running
I see a few on the ground
They fell on their face
Chasing a trophy that’s breakable
I’m still in this race
Chasing a crown that’s incorruptible
They trained with weights, tracks, and trainers
And I did the same
They have the same names
How many know it’s a different game?
My weight is my God
My track is the streets
My trainer is the Word
With them who can’t I defeat?
Satan is mad
His people are falling
Falling on their faces
While I’m still running
I’m pressing toward the mark
Pressing for the prize
Not that shiny trophy though
I don’t need to blind my eyes
I want to see clearly
The Author, the Finisher
Who endured a brutal death
And declared me a winner
Now I may fall
But I will not fail
I will keep pressing
And leave my trail
The end is near
And I can see the finish line
I’m so far ahead
But I can’t get sidelined
With God as my author
And finisher of my faith
I know that the win
Is the victory to my fate
So here I am
Winning today
To prove to the enemy
Jesus is on the way
Now I’m not swift
Nor am I strong
But I do have Jesus
Who will run along
I will be pressing
Pressing to the end
And just to inform you
I WILL WIN