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Over The Line

by Mark Spencer © 2022

As a kid, I had my troubles.
My soul was under fire.
It felt like I was all alone,
Like walking a high wire.

Dyslexia and ADD
Almost destroyed my youth,
But Jesus kept an eye on me.
Though I doubted His truth.

The only friends I had in life,
Were my younger brothers.
They were the ones who stuck around.
There weren't any others.

We swam, we ran, played many games.
Sometimes my life did shine.
But never more than on the days
We played over the line.

Dear Lord, I miss those happy times.
We didn't have a care.
My heart looked forward to those days,
Having my brothers there.

But now it's just a memory.
Life changed the playing field.
We all grew up and went our ways;
New journeys were revealed.

I guess that I'm stuck in the past,
Still trapped upon that wire.
And even though Christ is my light,
My soul's still under fire.

The time clock slowly ticks away,
This life is nearly done.
Distractions that disrupted play,
Aren't missed by anyone!

I'm out here on the Field Of Dreams,
Below the right field sign.
Praying to God for just one more
Game of over the line.

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