You shall be despised and told terrible lies
by athletes with eyes that are blind to the prize
They'll say there's no room for the clean and the kind
These scoffers and doubters and serpents alike
All hopped-up on demons that hiss at your spine,
in fear of the One whose Gospel you shine
Stones are cast daily in various shapes
Hell-bent on wiping the joy from your slate
Through the sting of rejection and attempts to rob bliss
remember the reasons you have to endure this
Men may launch mud at your face through the night
But come morning, Christ Jesus will bathe you in light