MICHAEL MY SON

by Shirley

Have you seen my son Michael?

He's a special kind of guy.

He's tall, darkened by the sun and handsome,

Worth more than money could buy.

You should really get to know him,

He's sensitivie, tender and kind,

Probably more son in this day and age,

Than you could ever find.

He's a man you'd want around if ever you needed a friend,

Always there with an encouraging word,

And the heart to lend a helping hand.

Sometimes his advice is surprising,

And his determination has to be a gift,

He's right more times than not,

And just his presence is a lift.

He stayed near when I was crying,

At times, we laughed till we rolled on the floor,

But, never, no never, did he shut me out of his heart,

Walk out and slam the door.

Thank you God for seeing my son, before the world began,

Knowing I would need him here,

To be that part of You that tells me,

Your love prevails over every fear.

When I see Your victory come alive,

In this man, Michael, my son--

I'm reminded my life was not in vain,

And Your Kingdom has already won!