Little boy, in a baseball hat,
Stands in a field, with his ball and bat,
says "I am the greatest, player of them all"
puts his bat on his shoulder, and tosses up his ball.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
he swings his bat all the way around,
and the worlds so still you can hear the sound
as the baseball falls, to the ground.
Now the little boy, doesn't say a word,
picks up his ball, he is undeterred,
Says "I am the greatest, there has ever been,"
and he grits his teeth, and tries it again.
And the ball goes up, and the ball comes down,
he swings his bat all the way around,
and the worlds so still you can hear the sound
as the baseball falls, to the ground.
He makes no excuses, He shows no fear,
He just closes his eyes, and listens to the cheers.
Little boy, he adjusts his hat
picks up his ball, stares at his bat,
says "I am the greatest, the game is on the line,"
and he gives his all, one last time.
And the ball goes up, like the moon so bright,
Swings his bat, with all his might,
and the worlds as still, as still as can be,
and the baseball falls, and that's strike three.
Now its supper time, and his Mama calls,
little boy starts home, with his bat and ball,
says "I am the greatest, that is a fact,
but even I didn't know, I could pitch like that."
Says, "I am the greatest, that is understood,
but even I didn't know, I could pitch that good."
After the last four weeks, I honestly thought that I had struck out completely. Between the amazing wedding, (I'm so excited about my new sister in law!!!), my granfather's passing, cancelling my Women's Conference weekend with my mom, the memorial service for my Grandfather and all the family drama that went with it, and then a quick trip to St. Louis, I honestly thought that I wasn't going to survive till the end of school. I WAS COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS!!!
It then occured to me that most of my issues are simply that - my issues. There is nothing I can do about someone dying, but I can do something about my responses to everything. I need to calm down, and look at it from another perspective and realize that I am not just the batter, I am also the pitcher and that if I need to let the ball slide occassionally, I probably should. I don't have to round the bases everytime... I just need to enjoy the game.
(I will be blogging pics and stuff soon. I just wanted to make sure I updated my soundtrack!!!)
4 comments:
I loved that Shannon, thanks!
I am so sorry I didn't hear about your grandpa passing away. Big hugs! I really needed to hear your thoughts today!
I was so sorry to hear about your grandpa. Dale and Marsha Gardner stayed at our house last night and had told us. You and your family are in our thoughts and prayers!
The poem was great, thank you.
Very nicely put! Sorry about your grandpa, isn't the knowledge of eternal families great!!! Hang in there.
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