Psalm 127:3 

3 Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.

 

Soccer

 

See you smile, you found your place

A place where you can kick a ball

Not too shabby and no disgrace

A perfect place in an indoor hall

 

Who expects to find this relaxation?

So very near and close to home

It does not need renovation

It was made for kids alone

 

Well adults are running and sweating

Trying to catch a breath or two

Kicking a ball into the netting

Hoping to score like in their youth

 

Line me out, give me a whistle

Maybe I can ruin an existing game

In this desert full of thistles

I’ll be a rose without a name

 

Sing me softly a lullaby

As someone else hollers from the rooftop

Touch my heart and make me cry

Before the Lord breaks up this clod

 

Jan Wienen