In the ring

Ding ding ding!
end of round...
What number was that?
I lose count
I'm punch drunk
Hazy and disorientated

How long LORD?
I am faint,
my bones in agony
my soul's in deep anguish

I retreat to my corner
To my triune coach
He mops my brow
Blood and sweat fall to the ground

"I know.
I've been there.
I get it."

He isn't unable to empathize with my weakness

I don't think I've got it in me
I'm ready to throw in the towel
but then, that voice I know
Dad whispers,

"We can take it
You can go the distance".

Yet another hand tilts my chin
lifts my head
So we're eye to eye
I fix my gaze on the One who starts it
and the One who'll finish it

A cheer erupts from the spectator stand
I am surrounded by a great crowd of witnesses
and so I get back out there.

But, my opponent fights dirty
seeks to steal, kill, destroy
punches below the belt
And just when it's got me on the ropes...

...He tags himself in.

He fights for me.
And He's in a class of His own
With a killer right hook
He sucker punches my challenger
And it's down and out for the count,
Knocked out cold
Never
Ever
To get up again.