He wanted a son.
So on one cold February night,
God gave him one.
I came into this world crying with fright.
He said, “Don’t be scared, little guy.
I will do what I can.”
He looked me in the eye.
“To teach you the ways of a man.”
But I did not grow up big and strong.
And could not throw the ball very far.
Instead, I read books all day long.
And never learned how to fix a car.
God made me his son,
but sometimes I think he’d rather have none.