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Prowess


prowess

 

Mark 10:31 

31 But many who are first will be last, and the last first.”

 

Give me the ball my son and I will run with it

I’ll make a little progress before I get tagged out

When the game is done we can all forget it

And there won’t be any prowess for that’s what it’s about

 

It’s the way the game’s played not the winning or the loosing

Numbers written in the sand don’t mean that much

In this temporal day it seems that most are choosing

To gain of this temporal land to call it happiness as such

 

Jan Wienen

 

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