Sometimes it's hard to remember
When your youthful passions ran free and wild
Though now to God it's easier to surrender
You recall your struggles as a child
Oh now you're a father or a mother
Holdin' on to your kids - afraid to let go
Give them the freedom to discover
How to follow Jesus on their own
Train up a child
In the way that he should live
And give him the tools that he needs to grow
Though the world may often entice him
And try to snatch his soul
If you do your job
He'll remember when he's grown
Children are not our possessions
They are loaned to us just for a while
And if you see them stray in the wrong direction
Hope and pray that the right way they will find
And as he looks back through the years
Will he reflect upon the days
When your strong love and sincerity
Were the finest gifts you gave
What a sweet thing
Just to hear you baby say, I will
