Little would I know as I watched him grow, 
that my blue eyed son would be just like me.
The visions within his eye, his restraints to cry, 
determined to excel and live his life well.
Like my father's son, my youngest is the one, 
with actions of stealth serving others not self.
He's considerate, he's true, patriotic thru & thru, 
like feet properly shod, he's protected by God.
And my son is just like me!

At the age of 11 my son sent from heaven, 
by the One I extol took him in full control.
My time to preach and my years to teach, 
like summer's cool swim came to a difficult end.
He was moved far away from me to stay, 
as my unhappy wife sought out a brighter life. 
Five long years of silent fallen tears, 
before my 16 year old, my arms would hold.
And my son is just like me!

Now at 18 he's back and our lives are on track, 
and my son and his dad are both so glad.
He's a man to the core my college Sophomore, 
and a prouder than me Dad could never be had.
Now it's up to 'US' in love and trust,
to keep ties strong through right or wrong.
The exciting years ahead, to him I've said, 
could be our very best, if trusted to God to bless.

"And my son is just like me!"