My son became a man today
As he stepped up on that plane.
I watched him (as he left my grip)
Through glass that was tear-stained.

As a child he fought in the Lord's Army
And has marched through life with Him.
He is the Lord's and answered His call
To protect the freedom we're in.

My little boy is a soldier now
And my "mother's heart" is torn.
I feel such pride, yet fear within
And I pray for him each morn..

"Lord, my boy is in Your hands,
Hold him tight throughout this day.
Let him sense your presence near,
Give him angels to guard his way.

 
I can no longer protect my son-
Please shelter his precious life.
He stands ready to defend this land
For all its parents, husbands, wives."


Funny how time slips quickly by
From when he was just a lad,
Playing right here in this backyard
With all the Army men he had.

The GI Joes and Army men
Are no longer just plastic toys..
They're little children's moms and dads,
And mothers' girls and boys.

 
The plastic swords that lit up bright
Are now ones sharpened to the end.
Little toy guns tucked in his jeans..
Rifles on which his life depends.

 
I love my son and I'm very proud
Of the godly man he's grown into.
This nation's founded "under God"
There's honor in all he will do.

Son, step off that plane in confidence
That God is your Commander and Chief.
He'll instruct you in the way you're to go,
And give you rest when you need relief.

As you wear this uniform with pride
Remember to wear God's armor too.
Your shield of faith and belt of truth
Will protect you in all you do.

The battle is the Lord's, my son,
When the enemy begins to show.
Evil of any kind is Satan's ploy
To diminish our freedom's glow.

Lucy Cain