An Hour Early
Still several days late
And ahead by nearly two
Nine-seven and three
The fight of our lives
Handled in absentia
As God takes the stage
We play in our room
Game and stage ever shifting
Until we tire
We return right then
Having not missed a heartbeat
Primed for a real fight
Love your enemy
So much easier from here
From this point of view
Know past and future
They are a given for us
Eases the burden
And patience abounds
Creative reproduction
As we "fight" to "win"
I felt I had to
Please know that as we begin
Compelled to earn love
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