I often miss that little boy
Who pestered me to buy a toy,
Who filled my days with pure delight
From early morn to late at night.
We watch our children change and grow
As seasons come, then quickly go.
But our God has a perfect plan
To shape a boy into a man.
Today, my son, I'm proud of you
For all the thoughtful things you do.
I'll love you till my days are done,
And I'm so grateful you're my son.