To Be Chosen

The boys ran from one side

Or the other laughing ,clapping

Their hands in excitement not me

Growing up I failed in all sports .

My inability to stay focused

On a play matched my clumsiness .

I was always the last chosen .

Standing alone waiting

For a team leader to pick me .

I felt the minutes drag by like hours .

I want and needed acceptance .

The day I graduated from high school

Part of my joy involved putting

That pain behind me .

No matter my experience in life

I do not want to feel unwanted

Abandon or rejected .

I know I will always be on God's team .

I do not require special skills

To earn a spot on God's team only to pray .

I don't need to just stand on the sidelines

Waiting to be chosen

Because God will let me coach under him .

Today I am a coach of men .

                                            By Brock