THE SCRIBBLINGS OF A CHILD
HOW PRECIOUS CAN THEY BE?
IT DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU FIND THEM
SOMETIMES ON THE TABLE,
SOMETIMES ON THE FLOOR,
SOMETIMES ON THE BOTTOM OF DRESSER DRAWER.
THE SCRIBBLINGS OF A CHILD
WHAT JOY COMES TO MY SOUL?
WHEN ON A CERTAIN GIVEN DAY,
IN A UNSUSPECTING WAY,
THE SCRIBBLINGS I DISCOVER ARE OF
A CHILD WHO’LL WRITE NO MORE.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT ON THE WATER.
YOU ARE THE BLOSSOM ON THE TREE.
YOU ARE A THOUGHT & YOU ARE A FEELING.
WHEREVER WE ARE, YOU ARE.
SOMETIMES, ALL WE CAN HOPE FOR IS THAT
WE’LL FEEL MORE HOPEFUL TOMORROW.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT ON THE WATER.
YOU ARE THE BLOSSOM ON THE TREE.
YOU ARE A THOUGHT & YOU ARE A FEELING.
WHEREVER WE ARE, YOU ARE.
SOMETIMES, ALL WE CAN HOPE FOR IS THAT
WE’LL FEEL MORE HOPEFUL TOMORROW.
I stand back and look at the memories,
of the day you came into my life so tiny
and sweet,I held you close to keep you warm
a bond was started between father and son.
I stand back and look when you took your
first steps so unsure but let wouldn't give
up,each step leading to another.
I stand back and look when you first went
to school,how I teased your mother for the
tears she shed,but didn't have the heart to
tell her I was crying on the inside.
I standback and look how you started to
become a man.Then it hits me this bond between
father and son.That as fast as you came into my
life you left it,Each memory holds more treasure
then ever,as I stand back and look...Son,I love
you always and this bond will never break,for a father
and son we will always be,I will take each day as
it comes,for I know at that heavenly door you stand back
and look.