My Throws are for God

Upon thy field you've blessed. 

The track of home. The throw my will. And the score the truth.

my constant battle of am I good enough. 

Striving for perfection never out of sight.

He is with me. Upon the field with the sight of no other. 

He sees the outcome. He knows the pain.

the work you've put in. He's been blessed with the child of wanting to achieve.

either upon thy field or in thy House. You've blessed me with a gift. 

The gift of life. The gift of strength and I'm am great full. 

I compete for you. And always for you. 

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