I knelt beside his little bed
Softly cradled his little head
His arms hugged tight around my neck
A moment that I won’t forget
His tender heart was scared to be
In the dark unable to see
His room, while in the bed he laid
He begged and begged until I stayed
Strong arms around that boy of mine
I held, until his head reclined
Then my feelings were ripped in twain
And from my eyes, commenced the rain
He wanted me beside his bed
To caress and hold his sweet head
His tender heart did much believe
That I, the fright would much relieve
His slumber knew no fear or dread
He knew no dad beside his bed
He rested now with peace and love
Provided by the Lord above.
to the fathers,
– Caleb
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