My Young Son
So placidly we were traveling hand in hand
We didn’t notice strangers invading our terrain
The sun was shining, our road was clear
We didn’t feel the storm that was so near.
The road seemed wide and safe to trod
Then he looked at me and said good-bye.
We had shared many a laughter and hugs of love
We even went fishing and saw the stars,
We talked of lizards and creepy stuff
I was his partner in peace and wars
I was his comfort and kept him warm
I kept him safe and away from worldly harm.
The thunder roaring, the lightning struck.
He was hit by nature’s lightning bolts.
He stood his distance and turned my way,
I was his enemy and there was no fair play.
He struck his sword and pierced my heart.
There was no mercy right from the start.
The beast was loose and kept on striking
The strength it had could move a Viking.
It was fighting me and his wounded soul
As I fended for his life and his control.
His eyes looked mad, but love was there.
I could feel the magic in his fleeting stare.
I threw the rope of hope, love and faith,
I took a look at life and saw His face.
I prayed to Him to give me strength
I held him tight to some great length.
He touched my hand and he was still.
He was afraid of demons whose soul’s they steal.
This young boy has a long way to go
Stand by him as he begins to grow.
Talk to him, show him the way
Hold his hand, don’t let him stray
When you feel life’s thunderstorm coming his way.