A week from today, my youngest child and only son will be 23 years old. It's obvious he's not a 'child' anymore. He's a man. {sigh} Time does fly.
Susan Tedeschi
"Lord, Protect My Child"
For his age, he's wise, he's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild, my only prayer is if I can't be there
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
As his youth now unfolds, he is centuries old
Just to see him at play, oh, it makes me smile
No matter what happens to me, no matter what my destiny
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
While the whole world is asleep, you can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much, no material things to touch
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
He's young and on fire, full of hope and desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way and can't see another day
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
There'll be a time I hear tell when all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But 'til men lose their chains and righteousness reigns
Lord, oh Lord, protect my child
Oh yes, Lord, protect my child
Oh Lord, protect my child