The 12th Baton
is Doubleminded
So, I dropped off doubt and second-guessing a while ago
But it tends to show its ugly head
Every once in a while
Watch out for it
It’s bait
Bait to keep you stagnant
Overthinking
Worrying
Stressing
Second-guessing
Procrastinating
Thinking the worst
Looking only to the future
Dreading the present
Wanting to skip this life
And start another
Don't fall for it
Don’t be tossed to and fro
By the winds of if’s and maybe’s
The course is set in this race
There is a finish line
An end to every lap
Don’t get caught up in the excruciating minor details
They are painful
And tend to magnify and exaggerate the moment
But trust in Him in all your ways
With every stride of your legs
Don’t be led by past mistakes
Or broken promises
Don’t fix your eyes on all the misdemeanours
Leap like the gazelle you are
Majestic and swift
Chest out as the sovereign of the prideland
That you are
Slip, trip, fall
And get back up
You can’t skip the lap to avoid the hurdles
Run to win
Take this baton
Go for it