Press On

This is for the beginning poet/ who, stayed up all night attempting to write a poem/ but when the night was done, the piece of white paper in front of  wasn't  even touched/ This is for the, attempting author/ who, has so many ideas locked away in their head/ They just doesn't know how to start it, it's seems like there is no where to begin/ I know it's difficult, I've been there before/ but, Press on/ This is for the,  inspiring painters/ Who's paintbrush flows against the canvas/ but the ending masterpiece is not what he or she thought it'd be/ this is for the learning artist/ who's callouses have not yet formed/ and the sheet music on the staff paper,  is more like learning a different language/ Press on/ This is for the, newly born again Christian/ who keeps trying, but keeps falling/ who keeps crying, but keeps calling/ who keeps walking, and keeps trying to fly/ who constantly seems to be running low on strength/ Press on/ this is for the Christian/ who, hasn't been learning for years but isn't a new born/ and he or she has  been through the bible, the pages are worn/ who's clothes are old, battered and torn/ who walks to the sound of the warriors horn/ and beats their own drum, for the Lord/ When the sun beats down own on your  back. and the heat seems too hot/ press on/ This is for the, Christian who's been at it for years/ who's back has been beaten, and mind has been tampered with/ who's fought the battles, and fought in the trenches/ and who's strength is little, and the urge to get back is little to none/ press on/ keep your eyes on the prize, keep moving/ all zeal, all heart keep doing/ God want's to use you, please be willing/ I know it get's tough and sometimes life gets hard/ but there's a saying in football that my coach said when the fourth quarter came/ from this moment on, it's all heart.  Press on!