Little League Mom’s Prayer

Dear God

I know that you’re really busy in Iraq
Watching the war and fighting back
But in between the explosions and machine gun’s pop pop
Can you take a quick look at the kid playing shortstop

See, his pants are so fresh and his jersey so clean
I spent the last few hours at the washing machine
Don’t let them get dirty, I can’t clean them any more
And his face was so clean when he walked out that door.

When he stands at the place, guide the pitches you see
I don’t want him getting hit, from his head to his knee
See, I knew I could count on you to take care of it all
Oh and one more thing, help my kid crush the ball.