You will not see it coming toward you
You will not hear its footsteps walking beside
You will be hit
You will feel the punch
You will feel the sting
You will lose your wind
You will struggle for breath
You will be forced to puff up your chest
You will on mincing step glide
You will Jesus set aside
You will in self confide
You will slip and slide
You will see Truth and beauty collide
You will hear I and I
Who AM I?
