Robert

Thirty-six weeks, you were brought to the light

Eight pounds, six ounces, and ready to fight

Twenty-one and three-quarter inches of grace

The doctors gave up when they looked at your face

You were so ill, but I held to His hand

I looked at my baby and knew God had a plan

Oh, Robert, this is your season of grace

Abundance and overflow filling your space

You are worthy of every good thing He provides

With a hardworking spirit and the Lord by your side

So tender and caring, protective and true

I thank the good Lord for the miracle of you

The year before you, Heaven gained a sweet soul

My heart had been broken, it had taken a toll

But I knew the Father wouldn't bring you this far

Just to take back the beautiful light that you are

He planted you here to be nurturing and kind

With a compassionate heart and an intelligent mind

Oh, Robert, this is your season of grace

Abundance and overflow filling your space

You are worthy of every good thing He provides

With a hardworking spirit and the Lord by your side

So tender and caring, protective and true

I thank the good Lord for the miracle of you

The Word says we have not because we ask not

So look at the blessings and battles you've fought

Open your mouth, let the praises ring clear

Let them come from your heart for the Father to hear

You're worthy of every good deed from above

Walk in His favor and rest in His love

So patient and loving, a son like no other

It is my greatest honor to be your mother

Your intellectual spirit shines bright in the dark

Keep holding His promises deep in your heart

Oh, Robert, this is your season of grace

Abundance and overflow filling your space

You are worthy of every good thing He provides

With a hardworking spirit and the Lord by your side

Open your mouth, let the praises break through

My eight pounds of promise, I'm so proud of you