Life Is Like A Rugby Game Poem by Samantha Wallace

Life is like a Rugby game,
You must play it as a team.
It's not about who's got the ball,
But how you win your dream.

We all have our special talents,
That contributes our part.
So to score a try or drop-kick,
We must play our best to start.

We can't get weary or give up,
Don't loose sight of the ball,
Play your best to win that Cup,
And let the line-outs make you tall.

God is our Head Referee,
But never makes mistakes.
He alerts us of our penalties,
And lets us do retakes.

So play by His Book of rules,
Even if they're hard to fathom.
They are in fact, the treasured jewels,
That gives the game its rhythm.

Our Church leaders at the sides,
Help us see our many faults.
All our fouls we try to hide,
And the opponents we insult.

Let your Church be your medic,
To help heal you of your hurts.
They can fix your many problems,
And give you water when you thirst.

So engage your tackles and your scrums,
With truth and dignity.
Protect your weaknesses and gums,
And obey your Referree.

Your family and your friends,
Should cheer you from the side.
Showering you with praises,
But disappointments they must hide.

And when you've got the ball,
You must see if there's a gap.
And if there's not, just pass it on,
Don't let selfishness be your trap.

Don't let distractions obstruct your view,
From playing to the end.
Watch your every blind-side,
And be there to defend.

There's no such thing as luck,
The game's been set in stone,
But you decide which team to ruck,
For you don't play the game alone!