The race begins
           at the finish line...done.
Standing atop the victory stand
           nothing left to run.
And that's the secret:
           it's already won.
The tape's been broken
           by the chest of the Son.

All my life's been spent asking:
           "What do I do?"
And all this time the answer's been:
            "Nothing from you."

Hey, but wait!
             time's still left on my watch.
Don't you get it?
            you are the hands notch by notch,
And what or who makes you go?
            rest now in His laurels true,
That's all there is to know.