TIM TEBOW = IT'S NOT HOW WE START IT'S HOW WE FINISH
It's not how we start it's how we finish
That lets others know how much we care.
We make our mistakes and pray to God
For all His blessings beyond compare.
God and Satan both whisper to every ear
For they know our soul controls our passions.
The outcomes of life both joyful and sad
Teach which voice rewards or rations.
All Heaven's heroes except for Jesus and Daniel
Had to be forgiven for their willingness to stray.
They let God down and paid the price
And their stories still relate today.
MEN CAN’T HELP BUT BE MEN!
It doesn't matter whatever their title
Men can't help but be men.
Some are better some are far worse
As they battle their weakness for sin.
Some triumph by goodness, servitude and faith
Others fall short because of ignorance, greed and hate.
Some realize their misdeeds and pray to repent
Where fools never change till it's past too late.
Thank Heaven for men who are eager to serve
Who labor for others and submit to God's will.
They depend on faith and its reliance on truth
To justify their blessings, glorify and fulfill.
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