Standing over a cradle
Looking into his face
Lord I pray you will give him
A full measure of your grace
Make him quick to use his ears
And slow to use his tongue
Lord if it be Your will
Save him when he is young
Let him grow to serve you
And love you more each day
Make him strong and mighty
But caring in every way
I pray he will preach your gospel
To proclaim liberty to the bound
Attentive to your voice
When he hears its precious sound
As I gazed into his cradle
Into my coffin he’ll look at me someday
And as tears roll down his face
I hope that he can truly say
Ever since I can remember
And now that I am grown
My dad was more like Jesus
Than any man I’ve ever known.