It’s half-time and the Coach is in the room, Where locker filled with things that weigh me down, Regret and woe; they portend certain doom, They steal from me: my rightful golden crown, These voices all around and in my head, The noise of discontent the others see, They keep me in these chains of pain and dread, And drown His speech of victory and glee, I shall not let it be; these chains I cut from me, With tools He gave to me so long ago, I’ll raise my head; His Spirit sets me free, When open eyes doth gaze upon His Glow, My Father, take my life and hear me roar, In Thy Name, I’ll take the ball and score. - SCOTT ALEXANDER MCKENZIE
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Just a beautiful poem.