A stadium full of witnesses
Not spectators but finishers
I hope they’re cheering for me
Because I can’t even see the tape
Maybe it’s yet a mile or ten
I’ve given up on any prize
I’m not even sure I can finish
I have to loosen the straps
And shrug off this pack of distractions
Slowing me down
It’s time to strip off
This stinking tangling robe
Tripping me up
But I hear the roar
And suddenly I know
It’s for another Runner, the only real Finisher
Who carried my weight and didn’t fall
Now I quit looking for a tape
Just let me see His face
And the joy He won
And so I run
I think He’s watching for me
I pick up the pace
