I’ll never get to see you play ball.
I’ll never see you grow up at all.
I’ll never hear your first words
Or hear you cry when you hit the floor.
I won’t have that “Father-son talk”
Or rejoice when you learn how to walk.
But at least I got to hold you tight,
To see your face and say goodnight.
Though I did not know your embrace
Or have you near for very long,
I said, “Good Bye”
And my heart sang its song.
Now my child, in Christ I repose.
Rest on, I’ll see you soon
‘Cause God is merciful and just.
When my time has passed and eternity nears
Then, oh then, I’ll quench your tears