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A son was born to me today,
I hold him close, those little hands!
So small, so frail, but they will grow.
When large and strong, will those hands help
An aging mother cross the street?
Or will they steal the woman's purse?
Will they toil to serve mankind?
Or idly waste away their time?
My Son,
The choice is yours for good or ill.
My precious child, what will you will?
The endless good that you can do!
My precious child, what will you do?
I'll watch you as you learn and grow,
And whisper guidance as you go.
Always watching, I'll pick you up,
And dust you off each time you fall.
I've traveled far and know the road
When life gets tough and beats you up
I hope you'll turn to me for help
Not muddle through in pain alone.
My Son,
The choice is yours for good or ill.
My precious child, what will you will?
The endless good that you can do!
My precious child, what will you do?
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While rocking on a wooden chair
My son in arm, I thought I saw
A sparkle in those eyes of blue
And then the thought comes to my mind:
A precious Son of God am I,
Whose furture is both bright and bold:
That God stands watching over me,
And these same words He speaks to me:
My Son,
The choice is yours for good or ill.
My precious child, what will you will?
The endless good that you can do!
My precious child, what will you do?
I'll watch you as you learn and grow,
And whisper guidance as you go.
Always watching, I'll pick you up,
And dust you off each time you fall.
I've traveled far and know the road
When life gets tough and beats you up
I hope you'll turn to me for help
Not muddle through in pain alone.
My Son,
The choice is yourse for good or ill.
My precious child, what will you will?
The endless good that you can do!
My precious child, while will you do?
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