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.