Each day is like a race to the top

But it's not our pace that is set

It's our job not to stop

At any means not even if we cease to sweat

People falling left and right

Because of theft and sin

We start to lose our sight

Just so we can win

But in this race we face

It is not us who set the pace

The world with its views

And the hierarchical top few

The race we cannot finish

Just because our faith has diminished he is the only ending worth the fight

But does who is left want to do what's right

If it means eternal life without any strife

Because when his son died on the cross

And paid the ultimate cost

With those finishing final words

He ended the end of days

Started a new slate for the worlds

As his children left his gaze

His last words known to every linguist

Dying breath "It is finished"