My son you are my love, my life, my child
You touch my heart each day and make it gay
You care for all of us tender and mild
You are a joy to me every new day

Daily I have seen you growing keenly
You touch our hearts, everyone holds you dear
You can be some trouble, never meanly
And when you hurt I want to hold you near

You will mature and grow for a long while
Some day you will become a man whom I
Adore, I’ll see you grown and I will smile
I know you now, I know that it will be

In that very moment I’ll be so proud
I’m grateful Lord for each day I’m allowed

 

James, it is a privilege to be your father.

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