I chose baseball over Jesus

I chose baseball over Jesus

What else could I do?

Saturday’s made for baseball,

But some people wanted to share good news.

Besides there’s hotdogs and there’s popcorn

And that hot Oklahoma wind.

But the smell of horsehide owns me

I hope Jesus still calls me friend.

Then it hit me like a short hop

I had to drop down to one knee.

Then I scooped up that revelation

That Jesus had made baseball for me.

I would be both salt and light

On the field or in the stands.

I could hit it out of the park

By sharing good news with the fans.

Or lay down that sacrifice bunt

By helping that dirty snot nosed kid.

Then explaining between innings

About God’s love and what Jesus did.

But it might not be so easy

When the umpire misses a call.

Oh how my human nature wants revenge,

But I’ll sing, Jesus Paid It All.

The church was made for mission

We are sent into the world.

To proclaim the gospel of Jesus

In Jerusalem, Judea, and even where baseballs are hurled.

So I will take the good news with me

Yes, everywhere I go.

And share it with others daily

So that they too will know.

That all of this is perishable

It’s temporary and won’t remain.

But the love of Jesus is forever

His is the name above all names.

So whether I am in the church building

Or crossing the Walmart parking lot.

I have a story to tell at the baseball field

Or while I walk around the block.

Jesus is Lord and Savior.

That’s all you really need to know.

Now go and live your life fully,

Taking his love wherever you go.

Play Ball!