I will...

I move through quiet aisles and open space,

Paperwork and footsteps, time I can’t erase.

Hands stay steady, but my heart still sways,

There’s a melody in me I didn’t plan to play.

I don’t stop to dream, I don’t stand still,

But hope hums softly when I don’t mean it to.

Between the tasks and the passing hours,

There’s a name my heart keeps whispering through.

Lord, I know You can move the mountains,

I know You command the sea,

So if this hope is wandering too far ahead,

Would You steady it gently in me?

I saw strength that didn’t ask for praise,

Hands that build, a quiet way.

A man who carries more than his share,

Who loves his son with careful prayer.

I saw tired eyes that still chose good,

A steady walk, a humble mood.

And Lord, I ask with open hands—

Did I see truth, or just what I hoped I could?

If I imagined something never meant to stay,

Please don’t shame the love You let me feel this way.

But if what I saw was something real,

Please let it be what it appeared to be.

I know he comes with a life already full,

Responsibilities deep, not simple or small.

A son who needs him, a story already told,

A man who’s learned to stand through it all.

I wouldn’t rush what takes its time,

I wouldn’t ask him to bend his ground.

I’d walk beside, not pull ahead,

I’d match my steps to where he’s found.

If You would let me care the way I know how to,

With steady hands and a listening heart,

With kindness that doesn’t need to speak loud,

With faithfulness shown in the smallest parts.

I would be gentle with what he carries,

Soft where the world has made him strong.

Patient where life has asked much of him,

Faithful when the days are long.

I’d guard my tongue, I’d keep my word,

I’d build a home with peace and trust.

I’d honor him not just in love,

But in the quiet, daily dust.

Lord, I know You can move the mountains,

I know You command the sea,

So if there’s room in his unfolding story,

Would You make a place for me?

Not to lead him, not to change him,

Not to claim what isn’t mine—

But to walk beneath his covering,

In a love that’s strong and kind.

If I could stand as help, not weight,

As grace, not fear, not crown I claim—

But something You yourself would give,

Then Lord, would You call my name?

And if the answer’s still unfolding,

I’ll keep my hands where they belong.

I’ll work, I’ll wait, I’ll trust You slowly,

I’ll let this hope become a song.

Can I have him lord?

Can I can I?

Can I have him lord?

Can... I...

... Please...

... Please...

... A-amen....