Why do I think I should win when losing is all I know?
How did I expect to fly like a hawk against the snow?
When do I think I’ll become what Christ has made me be?
Is Hope on earth no more than a soothing cup of tea?
A day of rejoicing is bliss
But like a lover’s first kiss
Too soon the taste is flavored
With subtle words of disfavor
No, the game is not played to score
For the winner gains no more
Than a super-inflated ego
A feigned array of hues and tones
But losses are the strength
Of my soul’s breadth and length
And when this body lays bereft
My soul will arise from this cleft
Once for all Christ will prove His Word
The truth of hope will ere’ endure
No burden or hint of despair
Will stop me soaring through the air
Though loss may find me rattled
I won’t withdraw from my next battle
I will fight with greater fervor
Christ will be my life preserver
“For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it; but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.” (Matthew 16:25, NASB)