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I call you Jesus,My best friend,My brother



You hold my hand like no other



When I'm in the field,Your helping me bat



When times get tough,You say let go of that stuff



Give it to me,let me take it on



Swing the bat of life my child



With me home runs come alot



But you need to hold on,let me swing the bat



Take time to hear me,never turn away



I'm leading you forward,take my Hand



Together we will take this stand



I will never leave you,we will make homeruns



Everyday is a challenge,when you hold onto me



the field is never empty.



When you let me swing the bat

you can do the running

take my hand and I will lead

homeword bound is our goal



Remember when I left for awhile

I was preparing a place for you there

run home to me when I call you loud

but keep me in the lead my child

I will pull the weeds.



Home is our goal until then

keep me up to bat and we'll win.



I love you now

and I LOVED you then

one day the bat will be layed down

and you and I will be homeword bound.



Written by:©Betty Bolden

9-21-03

I dedicate this poem to Heidi