The Choice of Praise

What does it seem
If you lose your steam
When pursuing your dream?
You could simply scream in anxiety
For your place in society
Is hit with a variety
of attacks
or setbacks
You're stuck in your tracks

But you scream in praise
And awake from the daze
And you can see as the haze
disappears
with all your fears
and all your tears

When you lift up your voice
In praise to God that's a choice
that becomes a joyful noise
Bringing praise from on high
And strength to just try
And try
For this dream cannot die

There is an appointed time
An appointed climb
Through mud and grime
With blood, tears and sweat
That aid and abet
in overcoming the fret
of what it seems

As you pick up steam
And then finally scream
Yes! I have achieved my dream