Straining for a prize.
Reaching toward the finish line,
My goal fixed in my eyes.
I will not let distractions
Keep me from my goal.
I pay the price required,
No matter what the toll.
Getting knocked against the ropes.
Refusing to back down,
On my heart-felt hopes.
I’m straining against a wrestler
I fear too great for me.
Keeping in mind my strength
Will bring about great victory.
Than they’ve ever been before.
I train them without mercy,
To face all life has in store.
And even when I’m on the mat,
When defeat seems to be most sure,
I know I’ll have a victory
When my heart and life are pure.
I’m running toward the finish line
My goal in Christ a lofty one –
A smile on my Savior’s face.
“Well done, My faithful servant!”
Is the praise I want to hear.
Finishing my long race strongly
To the saints’ resounding cheers.
(Philippians 3:10 – 14)