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The True Number One There once was a young athlete, A ball player, in his prime. A hitter, fielder he excelled in his game And he knew he'd be a shoo in For the big league hall of fame. When opposing teams came to town They did so with a certain dread His stature made them shutter It was off their fears that he fed Swing after Swing, hit after hit Catch after Catch, run after run This star could not be topped For around the bases he sped First! Second! Third! Home! This slugger could not be stopped. His team they all praised him To the Series one day they came And with the mightiest blast He won for them the game Now that it was over And now that he had won He stood by his teammates And he laughed and he sung For the excitement within himself Could not be contained O'r the thrill of the winning And the fame that he gained. He looked straight up To the frolicking crowd Those fans who adored him His talent they loved. He looked up to them With tears in his eyes He gave a loud yell And said to the skies I am the best The best Looky at me! I am the fastest, the strongest A star, Can't you see? And here I stand The game is all done For nothing else matters I am the number one As years went by and time did pass Our great and gifted athlete Could not play or run so fast This wonderfully talented man Began to slow and lose grip He could not hold the bat And down his average did slip The fans they all booed him And watched someone new A younger, faster player Whose talent was true Our hero's days were over No more seasons in the sun The end of the big games And all the pennants he'd won. Our once outstanding athlete Aged with the passing of time An old, fading ballplayer Quite past his prime. His body began to wear And sickness set in This was one ball game He surely would not win As he lay in bed, He thought to himself Now that I'm finished All I have left Are my dusty old trophies And awards on my shelf. Then as his life seeped away Those nearest to him Heard him faintly say, I was the best The best! Now look at me. I was the fastest, the strongest A star, That was me. But now I lay here My life is all done And what does it matter That I was once number one? But though his life slipped away His journey has not ended There will be a new day For God will bring back From out of the grave Our once great player Then his life will be saved His youth restored And he'll be given a chance To live evermore He'll be happy then In this glorious new day He'll jump up and shout And this is what he'll say: God is the best! The best! No one's greater than He! The kindness and strongest I was through, Can't you see? But due to God's mercy My life is not done For I give thanks to Him The true number one. [ Go Back ] |