Still riding my bike,
still playing ball.
At times I believe
I can still do it all.
But in no way am I special,
no way am I unique.
My faithfulness in Him,
there is no mystique.
The years may be heavy,
the trials may come fast,
yet His hand sustains me,
my strength will outlast.
I’ve walked through the fire,
I’ve stood in the rain,
but His grace surrounds me
through sorrow and pain.
Each dawn is a blessing,
each breath is a gift.
When shadows press harder,
His light makes me lift.
So call me “different,”
but not by my name.
It’s Jesus within me
that fuels every flame.
My story is simple,
my journey is clear,
to walk with my Savior—
no reason to fear.
When you see me still riding,
it’s not by my might,
but the power of heaven
that keeps me upright.
Peace and blessings!
