Our Lord’s forgiveness, ample glory -
Etched in gold, a pride so cherished.
A Cross to bare, from hands so gory -
What healthy souls, we never perished.
Such a motor - mercy’s engine…
The Lord, our mindset, greatest fuel…
For Christ, Our Savior, does begin -
His sacrifice, that fated tool!
Every racer seeks those wins,
The heavens’ wisdom sees tomorrows.
He just forgave us, all those sins -
We’re here for joy, resisting shadows.
Such speed and power - revs now flyin’.
Drafts are leading, down, way back.
The checkered flag, a finish line,
A mighty running, cars - a track.
The Father grants His love, direction -
The holiness of true salvation;
Christ’s sanctity and resurrection,
God’s purity from proclamation.
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