The Carpenter's Son

I teach him all I can,

To walk and run.

To work and be a man.

I help him to stand,

To find his voice.

To learn and understand.

For in my heart, he is my son

Though I am not his father.

And as he grows, I know that he

Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy

And I will love his mother.

For there is a special love

A man can give,

To the child of another.

I teach him all I know

Give him a home.

A place to live and grow.

I give him my name.

To face the world

Standing tall with no shame.

For in my heart, he is my son

Though I am not his father.

And as he grows, I know that he

Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy

And I will love his mother.

For there is a special love

A man can give,

To the child of another.

I teach him what is right,

To choose and love,

To always walk in light.

I give him my love.

For when he prays

And speaks to God above.

For in my heart, he is my son

Though I am not his father.

And as he grows, I know that he

Will do works of the other.

But for now, he is my boy

And I will love his mother.

For there is a special love

A man can give,

To the child of another.

For there is a special love

A man can give,

To the child of another.

-by roy hayward