Song-He's My Son by Mark Schultz
I'm down on my knees again tonight, I'm hoping this prayer will turn out right, see 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
Logan: Premature world, ill-fated little angel. Life within the womb, life born way too soon. One early special arrival, wonderful shiny moon sunbeam, one long-awaited dream come true. Ruthless relentless underdog, lovable fragile rose petal blossom, daily spirit of perseverance.
Can you hear me? am I getting through tonight? can you see him? Can you make him feel all alright? If you can hear me, let me take his place somehow, see he's not just anyone, he's my son
Rory: Disappointment, it is what it is. A spirit of surrender, my contentment, ongoing effort to move forward instead of backwards. Nature's miraculous wonders, dazzling bewilderment. A beautiful smile, necessary medicine, continuous laughter. Embraces exchanged between us serve as a silent prayer to God. May these open doors of communication never close. Breaking dawn, ever the same serendipity. Retraceable blueprints of a life gone way too soon and yet to be born, echoes of what could've should've would've been. Glimpse of hope, glorious splendor, a divine order of things. Eternally gratefully relieved, I rest in peace.
Sometimes late at night, I watch him sleep, I 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 here, he's so tired and he's scared, let him know that you're there
Logan: In and out of darkness, in and out of the woods, I travel. Ready or not, here comes another bombshell. I bear bad news, but it is what it is. Silence is the best choice or maybe not. The truth unburdens me. Receive me with open arms and I will never deceive you. Unconditional describes your love for me. Silently, I suffer and fight my own battles. Time reveals what I have kept hidden inside and how much I truly do need you.
Can you hear me? am I getting through tonight? can you see him? Can you make him feel all alright? If you can hear me, let me take his place somehow, see he's not just anyone, he's my son, can you hear me? Can you see him? Please don't leave him, he's my son
Rory: Once I beheld an angel in which turned out to be you. Your life was a brief slow dance. You took a chance and dreamt big with the little time that you had left. Your life was a gift, a continuous volcanic shift. I wish I could've taken all of your anguish away. Today your fray ended for good. All I wanted to say became silent prayers, tiny butterfly kisses upon your soul's cheeks.