God grant me the wisdom to tell a charge from a foul, to know where to pass it and when to fall, keep me always in bounds, running straight and true. I'll run your plays to score 3 or 2. Let me always hustle so I'll be at my best. God be my strength when I pass the ball to let it land in my team mates hands or against the wall. So I never miss a shot, please guide my hand, our will, will be all our cheering fans. When I help younger players let me always give praise, so they'll see you in me and all my ways. God please guide our coach to be fair and smart. Teach us to be good let it come from our hearts. let me take a loss just as well as a win. To do any less is surely a sin. As long as I can play let me make my family proud as I am, when they yell my nae out loud. however when my games end let me always have fun and if heaven has All Stars I want to be one. Amen.
This poem was made when my cousin Corey W Holy passed away. I really miss him and really appreciated all the support that he provided.
