I sometimes wish you were still small,
Not yet so big and strong and tall,
For when I think of yesterday,
I close my eyes and see you play.
I often miss that little boys
Who pestered me to buy a little toy
Who filled my days with little delight,
From early morning to late at night,
We watch our children grow,
As seasons come, then quickly go,
But our God has a perfect plan
To shape a boy into a perfect man,
Today, my sons, 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 are my sons.