Still so fresh from the makers table
Clean innocence - your face
I guess it is the bright hope in your eyes
that cracks this nut, you melt my heart
You confront again the selfish boy in me
Looking for attention - to get his way
You bring out the best and worst out of me
Time seems so short
I love to see you grow up
Yet something in me wants to keep you small
It's the kind of love that hurts - letting go
So sing my child and dance your dance with joy
It really wasn't me that taught you these first steps
The Father dances with both of us
Because of you I see
a glimpse of His face, a taste of his pain
the light of his smile, anger of his love

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