My Brother
God could have sent me anyone
Back there in ‘forty-six
To be my little brother.
Could have even been a chick.
Back there in ‘forty-six
To be my little brother.
Could have even been a chick.
But chicks can't improvise a ball game
In the confines of a bedroom,
Could never think up corkball
Using bottle caps and broom.
In the confines of a bedroom,
Could never think up corkball
Using bottle caps and broom.
He wisely saw I needed someone
Beside me through the years
Who would ever be my champion,
And share both joys and tears.
Beside me through the years
Who would ever be my champion,
And share both joys and tears.
Back when God picked you out
There were many souls to sort through,
He took His time, chose the best
And favored me with you.
There were many souls to sort through,
He took His time, chose the best
And favored me with you.
copyright 2016 Ken Ragan
Thank you for feeling that way....though I know I don't need to say it. We have a special bond, and I'll always be grateful and proud to be your "little brother".
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