To a Son, from a Father

You'll become everything I never was
Down the line and into dust
Be all I am and all God does
One day, when our gold turns to rust
You will carry on, young one,
An image-bearing son of love
When all of us are dead and gone,
We grant you wings to fly above
This future is not about legacy,
But of love, fortune, and good will to all
Spread the word for all to see,
Watch your step because all must fall
Child, listen close to this proverb,
The world will try to cause you strife
Throw out the world to the curb,
Join God's fight for eternal life

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