Lord, give my child the strength today,
to enjoy 1st grade in his own way.
Give him the courage to speak his mind
To not be shy. Good friends he'll find.
Keep him as sweet as he was before.
Protect him as he walks through the door.
My fear of guns and all the hate
Please not my son will they take.
I'm sad today for giving of my son
To an unsecured school when the bell is rung.
I'm happy today because he's got wings,
He'll soar with life, and beauty he'll bring.
Please hold his little hands cause I'm not able,
to be there with him as he sits at the table.
I'll go about my day with him in my heart,
I'll be the first there, when dismissing will start.
Just please keep him innocent, sweet, and pure,
And all and any hate I'm sure he'll endure.