I may not be the brightest
I may not be the best
Perhaps I'm not the prettiest
and some days I'm just a mess.
At times I'm lacking courage
and I feel I've lost my nerve
Pulling the covers over my head
for life's just thrown a curve.
Then I find myself imaginingthat I've just hit the ball
It's going long, the crowd's going wild
it's gone beyond the wall.
The cheers from the stands are deafening
as I run and round each base
They're from those who've gone before me
they're shouts from the fathers of faith.
And so I keep on going
encouraged by the roar
From the Lion of the tribe of Judah
that helps my feet to soar.
Ever leading homeward
headed toward the plate
For the treasure I will find there
my reward, in Christ by faith.
(Read all of Hebrews, chapter 11 to be bountifully blessed)