Forward Progress

Flags and fumbles
Combine forces
To impede
My forward progress

For every yard
Hard fought and gained
Another false start
And loss of downs

The goal stands tall
Goading me on
Inviting me, "Come
And score, and dance"

But the grass is wet
The line is strong
The time is short
My hands unsure

Impartial judges
In black and white
Dispense no grace
Only the law

But one is coming
And is now here
Whose game is done
The score assured

He's reached the mark
Paid the price
Beaten the clock
And risen to glory