DECISIONS
I closed my eyes in sleep one night,
And saw a little boy in a baseball cap.
His smile was crooked, but his eyes were bright,
As he shuffled along, just a-swingin' a bat.
His shoes were untied, he had holes in his jeans,
And the shirt that he wore was a bit too small.
He looked old for his age - or so it seems -
And yet the cap on his head hit me strangest of all.
It was loose on his head, and sat down o'er his ears,
And with each swing of the bat, it would twist around some.
Each time he'd straighten it, his eyes brimmed with tears,
Until I heard myself asking, "Son, how come?"
He said, "Sir, you don't know me - or maybe you do -
But as you can see, Sir, we don't have very much.
My mother, she tries, Sir. She does the best she can do...
But she says what we lack, Sir, is our father's touch"
"You see, Sir, these clothes - they really don't fit me.
I've grown quite a spell since the last ones were bought.
I don't have a glove, nor a baseball, you see...
And I don't play ball, because I haven't been taught.
"Mister, my daddy's been gone for quite a spell now,
And we boys each get a letter from time to time...
But I don't reckon he'd know me if he saw me right now...
Because you can't watch a boy grow by dropping a line."
"Momma says he loves us - and Mister, I hope that's true -
And that decisions he made are what took him from us.
Come to think of it, Sir, he looks a lot like you...
What was it, Mister, you said your name was?"
I awoke in a sweat, with tears down my face...
I jumped out of bed, and fell before God.
I prayed for His Mercy, Forgiveness, and Grace;
For decisions I'd made, and paths that I'd trod.
You see, I'm that boy's father - and he's paid the cost
Of all the bad choices I've made in my life...
But God opened my eyes to all that I'd lost...
My God, my home, my children... my wife.
So open your eyes friend, to what is and what was...
And ask for help and guidance from God up above.
For the choices that we make, affect more than us...
And the highest prices paid are by those that we love.
Marcus Lewis
And saw a little boy in a baseball cap.
His smile was crooked, but his eyes were bright,
As he shuffled along, just a-swingin' a bat.
His shoes were untied, he had holes in his jeans,
And the shirt that he wore was a bit too small.
He looked old for his age - or so it seems -
And yet the cap on his head hit me strangest of all.
It was loose on his head, and sat down o'er his ears,
And with each swing of the bat, it would twist around some.
Each time he'd straighten it, his eyes brimmed with tears,
Until I heard myself asking, "Son, how come?"
He said, "Sir, you don't know me - or maybe you do -
But as you can see, Sir, we don't have very much.
My mother, she tries, Sir. She does the best she can do...
But she says what we lack, Sir, is our father's touch"
"You see, Sir, these clothes - they really don't fit me.
I've grown quite a spell since the last ones were bought.
I don't have a glove, nor a baseball, you see...
And I don't play ball, because I haven't been taught.
"Mister, my daddy's been gone for quite a spell now,
And we boys each get a letter from time to time...
But I don't reckon he'd know me if he saw me right now...
Because you can't watch a boy grow by dropping a line."
"Momma says he loves us - and Mister, I hope that's true -
And that decisions he made are what took him from us.
Come to think of it, Sir, he looks a lot like you...
What was it, Mister, you said your name was?"
I awoke in a sweat, with tears down my face...
I jumped out of bed, and fell before God.
I prayed for His Mercy, Forgiveness, and Grace;
For decisions I'd made, and paths that I'd trod.
You see, I'm that boy's father - and he's paid the cost
Of all the bad choices I've made in my life...
But God opened my eyes to all that I'd lost...
My God, my home, my children... my wife.
So open your eyes friend, to what is and what was...
And ask for help and guidance from God up above.
For the choices that we make, affect more than us...
And the highest prices paid are by those that we love.
Marcus Lewis
01/21/09
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