Did I lose the fight? Was it even a fight? I've lived 19 years and just realized I've been fighting the wrong fight Teach me to be a loser Because we all know how to be victors But what when we lose? We come wanting to win But what of those moments when life seems to have beaten us? Did we not come with instructions for that? We need to learn to lose Because in our loss we are victors How? In our acceptance of failure we are made great through Him who won it for us Note: I wrote this poem in the summer following my second semester of college (2011)