For Mr. Adventure
(who brings life & meaning to leather)
Has left its trail – and its fragrance -
In many lands.
Round as the globe it has travelled around
It has spun a tale,
a true story.
It has been both microphone & podium,
A bearer of “good tidings of great joy.”
It has bounced & swished on dirt & cement,
On asphalt & hardwood.
But floor is irrelevant
When the stage is alive with body art
Skillful sportsmanship delivered with grace
Bodies mixin´ it up
For the love of the game –
And for the love of a Savior.
The leather life-seed has been scattered –
It has sprouted & blossomed & blown in the wind
To places even unknown to us.
It´s time for Leather Magic again.
Time for a new kind of sweat
For it´s a new day.
The timeline looks different now...
The courts, the borders, the faces are new.
The Prince of the Game
Is calling you.
To play a second half...
To lead the team home to another victory.
Your role is different
And the uniform feels big.
But the door is opening...to you.
To you and your Leather Magic.
I will definitely be in the stands
To watch this half!
And for all eternity we will watch
Of the kingdom of God on earth.
Photo by: Muggeridge Photography