Prodigal Son Fitness: Iron and Faith

Mmmmmm, Psalm 144, he trains my hands for war,

my fingers for battle. And chains on the floor, echo like a

hymn, our sermon starts where excuses end. Sweat baptizes, pain forgives,

the prodigal's back and he fights to live. The steel of salvation's,

blood and bread, every rep's a prayer. Defying death, from sin to

strength, from lost to found, prodigal son fitness, sacred battleground.

Mmmmmm, grip that bar like a warrior sword, fear of God,

that's the core restored. No comfort zone, no devil's deal, just kettlebell,