Upward

When I miss the ten yard out route
my fingers are still pointed towards eternity.

What Holy Fragment

If I finish with this
Retire, spend my days elsewhere
Keeping sabbath
Offering praise and song to your glory
No one will speak my name on television.

8 and 8

Lord, let me be 8 and 8 again
    next season
I want to hear the praises
When I am praised
they are praising you Lord.

My God is a Good God

My arms are strong
muscles hair uniform
But I have failed you Lord
I cannot sing your name
through these tears.

Defeated

I am the only quarterback
   this off-season
learning how to throw.