Assembled with the mighty men,
Godly men who love whats good,
Arrayed in youth to grey and in-between,
Cascade of generations of this time,
To break a fast but rather to be met
With friendship and community.

Tapping out the things I've done,
The things I am,
The things I've become

Colours for the lovely words,
Coloured shapes for empty space,

He's brought me here,
To this here place,
To be more like Him and run the race.