One night Jeremy dreamed a dream.
As he was pitching for the royals with the Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed his last five games.
For each scene, he noticed scoreless innings on the board,
Scoreless innings and wins, thanks to the Lord.
After the second to last game flashed before him,
Jeremy looked back at a massacre of homeruns and bloated numbers on the board.
He noticed that at many times in that particular game,
especially with runners on base and and also every other time,
he'd given up hits and often homeruns.
This really troubled Jeremy, so he asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd pitch miracles with me.
But I noticed that against the yankees on 5/25/2015,
there were no miracles that day.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, I pitched like crap."
He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will pitch miracles with you again.
It's just that, on 5/25/2015, my grace shed no light upon your arm.
On that day, I had to carry some bad person across a beach.