Ant the Fitness Guy Blessing

Ant in the gym, he’s a walking confession,

Barbells in his hands, that’s the daily profession.

Sweat dripping, curls spinning, muscles flex in succession,

His biceps preaching sermons, call it fitness progression.

Dumbbells singing hymns, the squat rack's a chapel,

Lifting up the weight like he's holding an apple.

Treadmill sermons, sneakers hit the gravel,

Fitness God blessing, got the world in a grapple.

Ant the fitness guy, blessing in disguise,

Preaching with the reps, watch the numbers rise.

No excuses, no lies, see it in his eyes,

Ant the fitness guy, he’s the gym’s sunrise.

Every lunge a lesson, every pull-up a prayer,

Cardio confessions leave the sinners laid bare.

Protein shakes communion, the macros all square,

He’s the pastor of the gym, ain't no pews, just stairs.

Preacher in a hoodie, spitting gospel through sets,

Holy sweat baptizing, the floor’s getting wet.

Pulpit of the bench press, no regrets,

Ant the fitness guy, blessings never forget.

Ant the fitness guy, blessing in disguise,

Preaching with the reps, watch the numbers rise.

No excuses, no lies, see it in his eyes,

Ant the fitness guy, he’s the gym’s sunrise.