To hold you in my hands
And offer to you all I have;
To move the shadows of mountains
And cast the glorious light on you;
To silent the plans of evil critics
That you my learn to fly freely;
To make the world a better place
For you to live happily in smiles;
To learn from my youthful flaws
And be a better man for you;
To be your gracious and loving dad
And show you the best a man can be;
To tilt the mighty arms of providence
To favor everything you say or do in this world.
All this I will do to make you glad that I am the man who calls you son, my son.
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