​"Breakfast Of Champions"
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Son of My Happiness
Son of My Joy
Son of the Morning
How are you old boy?


Are you ready to frolic
And enjoy My Grace
And endure by patience
As you run the race?


Look towards the finish
See yourself in First Place
That's the secret of winners
That run to win not just place


They run the race often
They run it inside their mind
They don't see themselves losing
But winning every time


They see practice-endurance
But in the long run they see
Themselves with the coveted
Winners trophy

See yourself as a winner
And Me as your coach
See yourself in the Glory
See Me-My chance to boast


I've taught him and trained him
And there's no doubt you see
Winners in the spirit
Are all trained by me


With patience and endurance
I teach them how to race
And embrace the Finish Line
With a heart-Full of Faith


You can do it-You can do it
I speak to their heart
Until they see themselves winning
The race from the start


The Breakfast of Champions
Is My Word -you see
And every Word that proceeds
From My Heart to thee