It had taken the voice of an angel
To believe the words of another
That our boy who is not my own
Was truly a gift from God
And now I’m expected to raise
The son of our LORD
To teach him how to be a man of honor
When he will always be more than I
How can I teach someone
Who was born wiser than me
Who loves deeper than I’m able
Who understands me more than I know myself
I’m not the man for this job
I’m not equipped for the task I’ve been sent
And how do I pray for guidance
When my boy hears every prayer and doubt
If he is to come to such a simple man
I’ll show him the joy of a simple life
While he shows me the honor of being true
To the Father up above
J.Rhett Lively 