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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