Ultimate Frisbee

We enter the battlefield,
Like champions we march;
To do battle with the other,
A violent deathmatch.
The flick of a wrist,
The wrench of an arm;
The bodies will twist,
But we march ever on!
We run to and fro,
Like hounds in a chase;
To catch the white rabbit,
Which always escapes.
Why do we do this?
What purpose does it serve,
To go crashing and smashing,
Til we all go home hurt?
For glory, for honor,
Or so it might seem;
But it is for Christ,
That I, enjoy this misery.
The King of the Ages,
Ancient before days;
Has given His Word,
A mighty strong blade.
We fight a long war,
In the battle of life;
But I will never surrender
Now that He’s in my life.
I will run onward,
Past all the enemies;
And take the frisbee,
All the way to victory.

Ultimate Frisbee