Sunday, December 21, 2014

The Carpenter's Son


I teach him all I can,
To walk and run.
To work and be a man.

I help him to stand,
To find his voice.
To learn and understand.

For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.

I teach him all I know
Give him a home.
A place to live and grow.

I give him my name.
To face the world
Standing tall with no shame.

For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.

I teach him what is right,
To choose and love,
To always walk in light.

I give him my love.
For when he prays
And speaks to God above.

For in my heart, he is my son
Though I am not his father.
And as he grows, I know that he
Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy
And I will love his mother.
For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.

For there is a special love
A man can give,
To the child of another.


-by roy hayward