Started as banter, jokes flying like snow,
North of the Wi-Fi where the cold winds blow.
Took a couple swings, yeah I own that part,
Got caught in the hype, let the pride hit the heart.
I was throwing bars like distance was the prize,
Miles vs. kilometers, ego in disguise.
But James 1:22 hit me like truth,
Don’t just hear the Word — go live the proof.
Up north with the kids where the roads run thin,
No lights, no likes, just boots and Him.
But that don’t make me better, just faithful in place,
Same grace, same blood, same finish line race.
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Verse 2 – Miles of Faith
Yeah, I’m in the trenches, youth room, day one,
Feeding souls the Word till the battle’s won.
Gym late nights, sermon early morn,
Trying to stay sharp where the future’s born.
I threw a few punches, yeah some landed loud,
Confidence blurred into noise, not proud.
But Proverbs 27:17 rings true,
Iron sharpen iron — brother, that’s me and you.
Saw past the edits, past clips, past plays,
Real fruit ain’t measured by views or praise.
Same Spirit moving, different ground we tread,
Same Jesus crowned, same blood He shed.
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Hook (x2)
Miles or kilometers, we still on the road,
Different pace, same race, same God we know.
Iron sharpen iron, sparks when it clash,
But we building, not beefing — yeah we built to last.
Two lanes, one Kingdom, same call, same King,
From the trenches to the tundra, hear the gospel ring.
Not flexing for the cameras, we obedient first,
Miles of Faith, Kilometers of Christ — put Him first.
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Verse 3 – Back & Forth / Unity
Remember that ABBA clip? Yeah, that still slaps,
Joy broke pride quicker than theological scraps.
Laugh without losing love, joke without losing truth,
Unity louder than a win-lose proof.
Hebrews 11 ain’t list no stats,
Just men who moved when God said “act.”
David didn’t win by the weight he threw,
But obedience stepped when the giant grew.
Different assignments, same Commander voice,
Faith ain’t a contest, it’s a daily choice.
Matthew 23, servant at the top,
Kingdom math backwards, pride gotta drop.
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Bridge (Spoken / Half-Rap)
This ain’t bunk beds yet, but it’s getting close,
Two grown men learning who they really oppose.
Not flesh and blood, not brother to brother,
But pride in the mirror — yeah, that’s the other.
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Final Hook (x2)
Miles or kilometers, we still on the road,
Different pace, same race, same God we know.
Iron sharpen iron, sparks when it clash,
But we building, not beefing — yeah we built to last.
Two lanes, one Kingdom, same call, same King,
From the trenches to the tundra, hear the gospel ring.
Not flexing for the cameras, we obedient first,
Miles of Faith, Kilometers of Christ — put Him first.
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Outro
Kilometers of Christ — still moving.
Miles of Faith — still serving.
Two men.
Two lanes.
One Kingdom.
Let’s get back to building.
TheWordwithTobie
