A father and son's bond

In the early mornings, with the world still asleep, father and son, our bonds runs deep, beneath heaven's blush, we'd wake up with a thermos full of coffee, go to our homemade duck blind, we shared our stories, you had your eyes on the sky, waiting for the call, with a smile of excitement on your face, as the first duck came in, ready for it all,

Talking about Jesus, faith stitched in our hearts, out here in God's creation, where moments start, duck calls echoes, laughter filled the air, you shot your first duck , a moment so rare, watching you Chace it down, then getting tired of running after it, so you shot it from three feet away, then look at me, and said that was a little to close to shoot it, huh, we both started laughing, living in those memories a father and son can have.

Friday nights, my boy on the field, running like the wind bullseye, your shoe came off from you running so fast, during that play, the joy so real, mom and I cheering for you to get that touchdown, and when you got your first touchdown, we cheered so loud, no matter how old you get, you'll always be mom and I little boy.

With God in your heart, you're never alone, whether we'd be duck hunting, throwing the football, playing madden, we always talked about Jesus.

When the games on, a friendly war, sometimes haha, madden battles ragging, you kept coming back for more, everytime I'd win, you would just shake your head, "one day I'll beat you, dad!" Or throw your controller.

From the fields to screens, side by side we stand, Through hunts and games, were hand in hand, treasuring moments, they'll never fade away, just a father and son in the light of life together.