Words of Champions
Help me to play the game, dear Lord, with all my might and
Grant me the courage born of right, a heart to stand the strain
Send me a sense of humor, Lord,
to laugh when victorys mine;
To laugh, if I should meet defeat, without a fret or whine
Give me the grace to follow
rules, to fess up when Im wrong,
When silence or some other thing wins plaudits from the throng
When foes are tough and fighting
fierce and I am getting weak,
Dear God, dont ever let me show a broad, bright, yellow streak.
And teach me, Lord, lifes
game to play just one day at a time.
With Thee as coach and trainer, Lord, real victory must be mine.
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