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Life is sort'a like a baseball
At a deadly pace;
The outfield is the "pull of the world",
And the "foot of the cross" is home base.
Often we strike out
When temptation pitches sin.
But when Christ steps to the bat for us,
It's with His home that we win.
We think we've "got it" now-
It's how you hold the bat!
We just can't wait, now, to take our turn,
And show the crowd how we're "all that!"
The applause is deafening
That we hear inside our head;
And just when vict'ry's within our grasp,
What is it we are hearing instead?
Strike one-two-and three!
And suffering scores the loss.
To be reduced to a zero is
To be dragged to the foot of the cross.
It is severe mercy,
But suffering has its place;
It drives us to the cross of our Lord,
And back to the throne of His grace
Where power and love and peace
Find their source in Him;
And where our death to self, indeed,
Is exchanged for His power to win.
(This poem was inspired by thoughts from
Joni Erickson in the book entitled "When God Weeps)
by Hope E. LeBrun