He's My Son
by Mark Shultz

 

Down on my knees again tonight, hoping this prayer will turn out right. 

There is a boy that needs your help.  I've done all that I can do myself. 

His mother is tired, I'm sure you can understand

each night as he sleeps, she goes in to hold his hand,

and she tries not to cry, as the tears fill her eyes. 

Can you hear me?  Am I getting through tonight? 

Can you see him?  Can you make him feel all right? 

If you can hear me, let me take his place somehow. 

See, he's not just anyone, he's my son. 

Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep and dream of the boy he'd like to be.

I try to be strong and see him through.  But, God, who he needs right now is you. 

Let him grow old, live life without this fear.  What would I be, living without him near? 

He's so tired and he's scared, let him know that you're there. 

Can you hear me?  Am I getting through tonight? 

Can you see him?  Can you make him feel all right?

If you can you hear me, let me take his place somehow,

See, he's not just anyone, he's my son. 

Can you hear me?  Am I getting through tonight? 

Can you see him?  Can you make him feel all right? 

If you can hear me, let me take his place somehow,

See, he's not just anyone, Can you hear me, can you see him? 

Please don't leave him, he's my son.