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 But all the time in prayer and thought we shall be very near.

The world has made of you a man; the work of man you do, But unto us you still remain the baby that we knew; And we shall come, as once we did, on wondrous wings of prayer, And you will never know how oft in spirit we are there. We’ll stand beside your bed at night, in silence bending low, And all the love we gave you then shall follow where you go.

Oh, we were proud of you back then, but we are prouder now; We see the stamp of splendor God has placed upon your brow, And we who are the folks at home shall pray the old-time prayer, And ask the God of Mercy to protect you with His care.