Poem by Coach Wooden

June 9, 2010 — 3 Comments

My friend Dudley Rutherford just posted this poem on his blog by Coach John Wooden.  Coach Wooden quoted this poem when he was inducted into the Collegiate Basketball Hall of Fame:

God’s Hall of Fame

Your name may not appear down here,
In this world’s hall of fame,
In fact you may be so unknown,
That no one knows your name!

The Oscars here may pass you by
And neon lights of blue,
But if you love and serve the Lord,
Then I have news for you.

This hall of fame is only good
As long as time shall be,
But keep in mind, God’s Hall of fame,
Is for eternity!

To have your name inscribed up there
Is greater yet by far,
Than all the Halls of Fame down here
And every man-made star.

This crowd on earth may soon forget
The heroes of the past,
They cheer like mad until you fall,
And that’s how long you last.

But God, He never does forget,
And in His Hall of Fame
By just believing in his Son,
Inscribed you’ll find your name.

I tell you, friend, I wouldn’t trade
My name however small,
That written there beyond the stars
In that celestial hall,

For any famous name on earth
Or glory that they share;
I’d rather be unknown here,
And have my name up there.

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3 responses to Poem by Coach Wooden

  1. 

    Coach Wooden has been my hero for about 40 years. I was one of the privileged ones to visit with him at his Encino condo. It was 2004. I, also, am a follower of Christ. I feel as if I have lost a parent.

  2. 

    What makes poetry so wonderful is the fact that it involves all of life, every concern, every desire, and every feeling. If something has some great significance to a person’s existence, then it has a great significance in poetry as well.

  3. 

    Please note, Wooden quotes this poem as follows in hi 1972 autobiography, “They Call me Coach,’ attributing it to “Source unknown”

    God’s Hall of Fame

    To have your name inscribed up there
    is greater yet by far,
    Than all the halls of fame down here
    and every man-made star.
    This crowd on earth, they soon forget
    the heroes of the past
    They cheer like mad until you fall,
    and that’s how long you last.
    I tell you, friend, I would not trade
    my name however small,
    If written there beyond the stars
    in that celestial hall.
    For any famous name on earth
    or glory that they share,
    I’d rather be an unknown down here
    and have my name up there.

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