Today I saw the little faces on bigger bodies now grown.
Today I knew I might never see some again.
But, today, I was glad to be their pastor.
Today my son was numbered among these, so that...
Today he walked across the stage to take the pastor's gift but shake his dad's hand.
Today I wanted to stop what I was doing - hold him and say, "I love you, son"- but didn't.
So that, today, he took his place among the rest to listen as I preached.
Then from my perch of pulpit to pew, today I understood my son is not mine, but HIS - and watched as he listened & knew ...
Today will be remembered by me... forever!
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