I loved them before they were born
My children, my boys, my three sons
As babies I held them in my hand
Knowing that one day they would become a man
Never knowing exactly what lied ahead
Would they choose God or be mislead
Would they live to see another day
Would they willingly get on their knees to pray
Would they be weak or would they be strong
Would they always be able to find their way home
Would they love or would they hate
Would they learn to grow after their mistake
Would they rise or would they fall
Would God see them through it all
Would he enter their lives and take control
Would the devil not become a part of their soul
Every day I continue to pray
That God blesses my sons to follow in his way
My sons are my world, my life you see
Without my sons there would be no ME....
