There are baseball games in Heaven.
I’ve dreamed of them, you know.
My granddad’s up there playing.
He’s solid every throw.
No more achy knees or back:
He runs, he slides, he steals.
He has a brand new body,
For Heaven’s a place you’re healed.

There are baseball games in Heaven.
The grass is green year-round.
The fields are always ready.
There’s a pitcher on the mound
And players in all positions.
The bullpen’s stacked quite deep.
They all will get a chance to play
In Heaven’s major league.

There are baseball games in Heaven.
Nobody’s ever rude.
The rules are always followed.
And the crowds will never “boo.”
The games go on forever
And everyone is kind.
No more angry words are said.
It’s a peaceful place, you’ll find.

There are baseball games in Heaven
For the crowd gets loud and cheers
As everyone turns to home plate,
For the MVP is here.
He paid the price for all of us
So we could play the game
And have the chance to be with Him.
Jesus is His name.

There are baseball games in Heaven.
I do believe it’s true.
I know one day I’ll be there
To cheer on some of you:
The ones who still are working
To make this world a better place
By caring, helping, giving,
And telling of His grace.

There are baseball games in Heaven.
I want to see you there,
I hope we’re all together
In that stadium in the air.
Just know it’s closer than you think,
No matter what you say.
The MVP is waiting:
Your hero is the Way.