In the not so distant past,
just sixteen years ago;
God graced me with a child,
the most perfect gift I know.

A small infant boy,
with the tiniest, perfect hand;
that would be entrusted to me,
until he became a man.

I possesed no special abilities,
until his birth that day;
and with a new found mothers power,
I turned to God to pray.

Dear God, he's come to early,
please make him be alright.
Is there some special thing to do,
so he'll sleep straight through the night?

Oh, and God he doesn't feel well,
can you take away his cold?
Can you keep him healthy always;
or at least until he's old?

Please Lord, help me this time,
as I leave for work each day;
help him know that I do love him,
even though I am away.

While he's off in school God,
I am a working, single, mother;
protect him from the slings and arrows,
his parents often hurl at one another.

Let him know we both adore him,
even though we've made mistakes.
We were two imperfect people;
acting civil for his sake.

Father, help him to forgive me,
let my love for him outweigh;
all the sorrow I have caused him,
all the turmoil and dismay.

Now that he's a teen Lord,
teach him to be strong;
I can not find the words to use,
so we might get along.

At fourteen he is asking,
to live with his dad for good;
he tells me he still loves me,
but that I've misunderstood.

What he needs now is his father,
to help him become a man.
I must love him from the sidelines;
I must back off if I can.

God this is too much to handle!
How can I let him go?
I did not have time to teach him,
all the things that he should know.

Father help me to release him,
into your arms I pray;
and please keep him safe Oh Lord,
if he turns to walk astray.


God he is an honor student now,
and an athelete, I'm so proud;
of what use he has made,
with the gifts you have endowed.

In my daily job of praying,
may my thoughts and words convey;
a loving thankful heart for my son,
who you've cared for every day.