“I’m Still There”

                              by Kenny Fedder

From yesterday to years before, I wonder back in time.

While things that I remember have reasons, little rhyme.

I feel the love and laughter; it’s supper with great food,

My mom and dad are working hard to raise their little brood.

Kids who knew what’s right from wrong and taught there was a price.

That everything has consequence, results not always nice.

Saturday morning choosing sides, I want to play a game.

Standing by the baseball field, waiting to hear my name.

The grass is cut, I’m ready to go, I did my chores all right.

I have all day to be with friends, my day is looking bright.

I want to swing and hit the ball and use this brand new bat.

Every single chance I get, I wear my baseball cap.

Our kitchen smells like homemade bread, the taste is in the air

Of coffee cake and pumpkin pie, it must be I’m still there.

Then off to war, away I go and open up a letter.

Cause when you are so far from home, there isn’t nothing better.

I hear each word right from their voice and see each smiling face.

But sickness comes from doubt and fear, not always feeling grace.

Tears from men to grown to cry, the world is full of pain.

Blood oozing from their bandages, my world has gone insane.

But then one night a feel a touch and hear a loving voice.

That tells me I will be okay, but need to make a choice,

Who will I serve and live for, the one who died for me?

The Lord of all creation gives, this love I feel, it’s free.

Sometimes it all seems oh so real; I know that I’m still there.

And then I stare into a mirror, at the color of my hair.

Thinking of my memories, how vivid they can be.

Reminding me of where I’ve been, a reason can you see?

I believe our Lord is showing us, those days He was our guide.

From cries of pain to tears of joy, He walked right by our side.

So remember and give thanks to God, for memories sent your way.

And think how time flies quickly by, that’s what we old men say.