I thank you Lord, day after day
Your word does guide me on my way
I’m sure that You refill my cup
And when I fall You pick me up.
You’ve been my Friend a long, long time
Since I could stand or walk or climb
I never would have made it through
Without the help I’ve had from You.
I promise You, dear Lord, today
Small matter what the world may say
There are no doubts about who’s Boss
In any game You win the toss !
There was a man who did “play ball”
Aft all the years most still recall
An icon who did make this game
The key to his unending fame.
A humble man of wit and length
So lank and lean and full of strength
A simple man and faithful too
The game seemed to be what he knew.
He gave his all it cost his life
Thank God he chose the proper wife
Tis sad that heroes oft die young
Long fore their praises will be sung !
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Claire V. Bogdanos 