I saw a man outside a church
He stopped to pray, to cry and search
He said hello and talked awhile
I pondered curiously his smile
I asked him if he was okay
All that he would stop and say
Was, "My son was just born in May
I hope that he grows up someday
I see the world and all it's brung
The tears and pain of all our young
If they only knew true love and peace
The killing children all would cease
I know it seems an endless task
But, really, its not much to ask
If parents only knew the pain
The kind that drives a child insane
Then maybe we would understand
Why nothing ever goes as planned
A child is ours to love and feed
To clothe and teach and fill the need
To bear his burden when he's mad
To share his tears when he is sad
To give our hearts an open door
And never, ever to ignore
A child is not to spare the rod
A child is our gift from God
I know my son was born in May
And if I teach him how to pray
He'll learn to love in every way
And I know he'll grow up some day!"