Walk’n by the ball field we saw the boys play,
We stopped to watch, me and my son Shay,
He asked if I would go and ask the coach,
If he could play too and I started to choke.
You see, Shay is special not just in God’s eye,
He can’t run and think just like you and I,
But I asked one boy on the field that day,
If he could join in, he said “we’re loosen anyway”,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
It was the bottom of the eighth, and Shay’s team scored,
Then he got to play right field, and his little heart soared,
The bottom of the 9th and the bases were loaded,
Shay was up with the game on the line and the boys all voted……..
He swung at the first pitch thrown nice and slow,
And he spun around and down he’d go,
But he picked himself up, you get the picture,
He hit the next ball right back to the pitcher,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
As the ball flew over the first baseman’s glove
The crowd all knew it was thrown with love,
I’d never seen my boy run that far to first,
He ran so fast and the tears just burst,
Everyone there was cheering him on,
He reached second base, he was have’n so much fun,
The outfielder’s throw was way past third
and even the short stop’s voice could be heard,
“Shay, Shay, run home Shay” we all were yelling “you made the day!”
“Shay, Shay, run home Shay” we all were yelling “you made the day!”
He never forgot, nor did I, and we held that game-ball together, the winter day he died,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
Shay, Shay, run home Shay, God was say’n “you made the day!”
Shay, Shay, run home Shay, God was say’n “you made My day!”
We stopped to watch, me and my son Shay,
He asked if I would go and ask the coach,
If he could play too and I started to choke.
You see, Shay is special not just in God’s eye,
He can’t run and think just like you and I,
But I asked one boy on the field that day,
If he could join in, he said “we’re loosen anyway”,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
It was the bottom of the eighth, and Shay’s team scored,
Then he got to play right field, and his little heart soared,
The bottom of the 9th and the bases were loaded,
Shay was up with the game on the line and the boys all voted……..
He swung at the first pitch thrown nice and slow,
And he spun around and down he’d go,
But he picked himself up, you get the picture,
He hit the next ball right back to the pitcher,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
As the ball flew over the first baseman’s glove
The crowd all knew it was thrown with love,
I’d never seen my boy run that far to first,
He ran so fast and the tears just burst,
Everyone there was cheering him on,
He reached second base, he was have’n so much fun,
The outfielder’s throw was way past third
and even the short stop’s voice could be heard,
“Shay, Shay, run home Shay” we all were yelling “you made the day!”
“Shay, Shay, run home Shay” we all were yelling “you made the day!”
He never forgot, nor did I, and we held that game-ball together, the winter day he died,
He’s my teacher, he is my Boy, he’s my little bear, he is my Joy,
Shay teaches me, when things get tough
He tries so hard and that’s good enough.
God tests us all with kids like Shay,
What would you do if he wanted to play?
Shay, Shay, run home Shay, God was say’n “you made the day!”
Shay, Shay, run home Shay, God was say’n “you made My day!”
Lyrics by Thomas Kirk April 15, 2008
Ref: March 12 posting http://capmsblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-would-you-have-done.html
1 comment:
Great job! Love your song, now record yourself singing it!! This is my favorite story. It shows that we are all capable of compassion; some a little harder to access than others. Our dads are singing it right now. Way to go...
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