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