The Lord is my coach
I shall get my fair share of ice time.
The coach makes me sit on the bench
when I am tired
and gives me plenty of Gatorade.
There my soul is revived
and I am familiar with the playbook,
all because the coach is the coach.
Though the play gets tough
and it feels like sudden death overtime
I have no reason to fear
I am not alone
I am tapped on the shoulder
and sent on another shift.
There is a game going on
and the opposing team is here,
but I have been blessed
with everything I need for the game,
Surely the goodness and mercy of the coach will follow me wherever I go.
And I will be
in my coach’s rink for ever.