And if I should, don't let me fall. Help me pick the one that's right; Then let me knock it out of sight. Please help me run with deer-like grace; And don't let me slip and miss first base. Then on to second, stay with me Lord; 'Cause this one out my team can''t afford. Then let me zoom, like a flying bird; Right down the line, and on to third. Then let me slide, with foot out-thrust; Across home plate, through swirling dust. But first of all, dear Lord I pray; Just tell the coach to let me play. |
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