The Finish Line

<p>Once upon an average morn<br/>An average boy was born for the second time<br/>Prone upon the altar there<br/>He whispered up the prayer he&#x27;d kept hid inside<span><br/><br/>The vision came<br/>He saw the odds<br/>A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel<br/>&quot;These will vie to take your place, but Father<br/>By your grace I will never kneel&quot;<span><br/><br/>And I saw you, upright and proud<br/>And I saw you wave to the crowd<br/>And I saw you laughing out loud at the Philistines<br/>And I saw you brush away rocks<br/>And I saw you pull up your socks<br/>And I saw you out of the blocks<br/>For the finish line<span><br/>Darkness falls<br/>The devil stirs<br/>And as your vision blurs you start stumbling<br/>The heart is weak<br/>The will is gone<br/>And every strong conviction comes tumbling down<span><br/><br/>Malice rains<br/>The acid guile is sucking at your shoes while the mud is fresh<br/>It floods the trail<br/>It bleeds you dry<br/>As every little god buys its pound of flesh<span><br/><br/>And I saw you licking your wounds<br/>And I saw you weave your cocoons<br/>And I saw you changing your tunes for the party line<span><br/>And I saw you welsh on old debts<br/>I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes<span><br/>And you hemmed and you hawed<br/>And you hedged all your bets<br/>Waiting for a sign<span><br/><br/>Let&#x27;s wash our hands as we throw little fits<br/>Let&#x27;s all wash our hands as we curse hypocrites<br/>We&#x27;re locked in the washroom turning old tricks<span><br/>Deaf<span><br/>And joyless<span><br/>And full of it<span><br/>The vision came<br/>He saw the odds<br/>A hundred little gods on a gilded wheel<br/>&quot;These have tried to take your place, but Father<br/>By your grace I will never kneel<br/>I will never kneel...&quot;<span><br/><br/>Off in the distance<br/>Bloodied but wise<br/>As you squint with the light of the truth in your eyes<span><br/><br/>And I saw you<br/>Both hands were raised<br/>And I saw your lips move in praise<br/>And I saw you steady your gaze<br/>For the finish line<span><br/><br/>Every idol like dust<br/>A word scattered them all<br/>And I rose to my feet when you scaled the last wall<br/>And I gasped<br/>When I saw you fall<br/>In his arms<br/>At the finish line<span>