Surveying growth

Long ago, in simpler times, my tiny children sang their rhymes

in playroom brimmed with modest toys suitable for active boys.

I loved to sit in still disguise observing dressed-up clowns or spies;

to simply view with rapturous joys my boys delight in playtime noise.

As they grew so grew their reach, to ball fields, forests, stage, and beach.

New toys and sharp imaginations fueled their complex machinations;

I watched them fail through many tries to grant discovery as their prize.

Respecting unique inclinations, witnessing God’s own formations.

My boys now men the nest have flown, and raising children of their own;

all able saints of gallant might watch o’er their own through day and night.

And still I watch, and bless, and pray that God may grant them everyday

His gracious gift of oversight, surveying growth, a dad’s delight.