No balls were thrown.
No bats were swung.
No crowds cheered on.
No innings won.

Yet here we dance
around this plate
with victory
to celebrate:

for we've reached home,
where love's no game,
no scores recorded;
our team, our name.

Our umpire,
the Lord above,
declares us safe
within His glove.

Beyond each base
we run and pray,
playful, grateful
for this day.