That you are not as good as Tyson,
Doesn't make you a failure for any reason.
And in a bid to raise a champion in every season,
Your Maker has called you to be chosen.
God says you can win the fight,
Against him who has darkened your light.
And your days can again be bright,
Only if you will claim back your right.
You can put your failure to flight,
Through Christ who has given you the might.
Weeping may tarry for the nigfht,
Your morning will always be all right.
You are a champion indeed,
Created by God who has a seed.
Planted in the soil without a weed,
To provide for every champion's need.