Well here I am alone at last
Safe from the winter’s stormy blast
A child of God too soon grown old
Who took the path not paved of gold
And followed Him along His ways
Until the ending of all days
And now I wait to learn the score
Has it been worth the waiting for ?
The wind it whistles round the bend
And seems to whine “I’m here again”
It travels on to conquer more
With hoary breath and gusty roar
Oh, hear the sound and noisy shout
I sure get tired of striking out !
If life were like a baseball game
If sportsmanship brought most great fame
And bases were our only aim
We’d garner love and glory claim.
But life is more intense, devout
It’s faith and truth God is about
We hear the words His umpires shout
You reach the end and learn “you’re out”.
So be it when the inning’s o’er
If that is all that we can score
Before time closes its last door
We could have reached for so much more !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 