Good News Gospel Content

Don’t we all want to run the perfect lap

as fast as we can with out looking back

up out of bed and into the night to discover the perfect night

I want to run the perfect lap much like Paul who ran his

I’m afraid I fall short and exchange gas for my flesh

and death for my life

hoping to get ahead

I think we all want to run that perfect lap

faster and faster and faster

adrenaline pumping

gears ripping

I will be the lap man I will eclipse every runner

if only my car was fast faster than slower

my engine is clogged with all their manure

I try to shake it off but its encapsulated

weighed down by my ankles

locked to the ground

firm to the corners

pushing for the crown

I’ve tried and I’ve tried until all I had left was nothing and nothing can’t get you too far

Gas I need Gas in this old rugged car.

Into the night and out on the street

lights are not light more like disease

without them we wouldn’t know whom to compare

in this race this race we all would be laid bare

and maybe that’s it

just sweet humility

so that we’ll all stop racing

and find unity