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He climbs in my lap for a goodnight hug |
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He calls me Dad and I call him Bub |
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With his faded old pillow and a bear named Pooh |
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He snuggles up close and says, >I want to be like you< |
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I tuck him in bed and I kiss him goodnight |
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Trippin' over the toys as I turn out the light |
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And I whisper a prayer that someday he'll see |
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He's got a father in God 'cause he's seen Jesus in me |
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Lord, I want to be just like You |
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'Cause he wants to be just like me |
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I want to be a holy example |
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For his innocent eyes to see |
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Help me be a living Bible, Lord |
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That my little boy can read |
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I want to be just like You |
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'Cause he wants to be like me |
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Got to admit I've got so far to go |
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Make so many mistakes and I'm sure that You know |
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Sometimes it seems no matter how hard I try |
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With all the pressures in life I just can't get it all right |
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But I'm trying so hard to learn from the best |
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Being patient and kind, filled with Your tenderness |
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'Cause I know that he'll learn from the things that he sees |
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And the Jesus he finds will be the Jesus in me |
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Right now from where he stands I may seem mighty tall |
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But it's only 'cause I'm learning from the best Father of them all |
