Massed ranks of supporters chant scream and shout
As twenty two footballers kick a ball about
They wave their banners and cheer on their teams
World Cup glory their hope and their dreams
So much effort from the players on the field
Attacking: defending: who will stand or yield
And who will have the hero's role
Of scoring the all important wining goal
For joy will be for some and misery the cost
When sweetness is the victory and bitterness is having lost
And on the final day: the coveted World Cup
Will only be for the victorious: presented and lifted up
What then in life do you make your goal?
That you strife for it with strength heart and soul
When the final comes: alas a shattered dream
To find you are not on the wining team
Make Jesus your captain and do His will
To be in His team He looks for your heart not skill
He will be the keeper of your life and He will save your soul
For over the Devil and his team He scored the wining goal
For they nailed His hands to a wooden crossbar
And mocked: save yourself Son of God if that is who you are
But He stayed there for us and took the penalty for our sin
And what seemed defeat: was victory He did win
What is your goal in life: what is your world cup?
What do you hold so dear that you will not give it up
Does the cheering crowd urge you on?
They may support you now but at the final they will be gone
Then the Captain will say; you were never in my team
As you hear in the distance lost souls cry and scream
Then the Judge will arise in the bright stadium above
And to that awful pit of darkness you will be sent off