At the YMCA there’s a gym and a pool
and some rooms like a hotel to stay.
But there’s also a hall in which hang photographs
that recall VIPs of the day.

It’s a hall where the values of Christ are enshrined
along with a few worthy men
who served like their Savior (with others in mind)
while giving allegiance to Him.

It’s a hall that includes those who stand up for peace
while making (of strangers) new friends.
It’s a hall where the flame of the Y is maintained
and where fame’s but a means to an end.

It’s a hall where my friend Michael Bussey resides
with his humble heart grateful and full.
By the glint in his eye and the look on his face
I can tell it is well with his soul.