Son, it has been a long, long time Since I sat by the window at night To watch the hours go by so slow Watch the drive way for your car lights Oh, time has a way of marching on Seems like yesterday you were a boy But now you are a man my son, Wish you were here, I miss that little boy. You grew and one day the toys were gone A house key and my car keys you asked for "I'll be careful Dad, I promise," you'd say As you drove off in my car Well, that key chain is rusted some now And I sit here with my bible and pray I wonder, Son, do you do as I taught you And read your bible each day? This pen I am using to write you, Son Is the same one you played with as a boy You'd sit on my lap in Sunday School Guess you thought it was a toy It's old now son, like the keys on my chain The hours on this pocket watch tick by I told you when you grew up someday It would be yours Son, when I die It meant a lot to you back then You loved to watch the hour hand You play with it while on my knee As I read to you the Master's plan They clock of life is wound but once And no one knows the hour And this is why, Son, I am writing to you To remind you to be ready for The day when Jesus will come back And take us all on home And until that time, my boy Wish you were here, to carry on A special thanks to Jene' Lind for this lovely poem © July 13, 2004 you may email here. God Bless you my Sister-In-Christ. You need not fear where you are going when God is going with you ! ! ! An American Family The Oak Ridge Boys All music on our pages is for your listening pleasure, personal enjoyment and evaluation purposes only. Please support the artist's by buying their music.