The baseball game of life
I can smell the grass on the field and the fine cut grass
Oh I wish this feeling of peace and joy could last
Not the struggle and strife.
You see the rule of baseball are simple in scope.
To hit, to run, field and throw
Whether a boy or a man his game could flourish and grow.
The game can break your heart and give you hope.
Baseball is a measure of truth in one’s ability
Which can translate in all areas of who we are
To be the best wherever we go near or far
The Bible and Baseball were my that truth set me free.
The team work in faith and in the grand old game
Which was remarkable for a disabled found his way
Throwing to his dad in the backyard of grass to learn the trade
This was to feel able and for the love of playing not fame.
So then I coached and loved everything of the sport
The speed of the pitcher throwing the ball and strike three being called
The crack of the homerun in a playoff game in the fall
For manager’s to strategize and holding court.
The discipline of the game helped me so much
In ministry, helping others and to write
Dreams that I could never imagine took flight
This game with the smell of the glove and the beautiful ball to the touch.
By Ty Stingel
December 21, 2013