I recently was forwarded a link to this article about youth sports. Reading it inspired the following poetic attempt. The basic premise of the poem is that a father is responding to advice from his pastor to dial back on youth sports for his son.
My Son is Gonna Be the Next Tebow
What's that, pastor? Yes, I think he's old enough
To focus on a goal like this although the way is tough
There's many roads to some things
But to greatness, there's just one
And greatness is the only thing that I'll take for my son
My son is gonna be the next Tebow
I believe that that's what God has planned
I've had a vision of his right arm
Bringing glory to Jesus
All throughout the land
I hear your concerns for his health and his head
The sport my son's called to is violence-fed
When hits make him weak,
He will be in the hand
Of the One who is stronger than we understand
What of his time with family?
Will he have room for friends?
I know he only has a finite count of hours to spend
Yet, if he spends those hours with his eyes set upon God's side,
I'm confident those other things, Our Father will provide.
My son is gonna be the next Tebow
I believe that that's what God has planned
I've had a vision of his right arm
Bringing glory to Jesus
All throughout the land
I hear what you're saying, Reverend
But I disagree
And raising of my son, you know, is really up to me
He has gift to use, a mission to fulfill
We will not be distracted as we do the Father's will.
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