i think
this earth is just the playing field
and Heaven happens to be home plate
i think satan is constantly throwing curveballs
but,
i figure faith gets me to first base
but diggin’ deeper in the word…
…now thats what gets me home safe
well rounded
roundin’ bases
i see my future as the outfield
they say the grass is always greener
it’s posture not perfection
portraying a positive demeanor
i’m
counting my blessing daily
livin’ each day like its my last
the way i see it
there’ll be no regrets
just flat exhausted when i lie to rest…
i’ll leave this place with battle scars
but, these are just wounds that have healed
my heart remains unbeaten
because God is my shield.