If you come... I will teach and beseech you hold high to heaven's path burn lessons into brow I will put courage to vein trod first down dark paths press small toes to mud I will answer 'why' with mystical whimsy 'how' with hammer in hand 'when' with error and essay nothing less than profound play nothing free without forbearance na'er a second wasted a'worry kings secrets to prince pressed forehead to chest bond of God to his Creation I will let you go with courageous tear count your every year number your toes' tread I will wait reunion on fate bear prayerful burden by night hold you in almightiest hope you will live in the heart of God for I will demand it of Him like Job on the every hour of my breath I will die standing on my knees and you will know Him thereby as sure as you stand, small toes in mud I will be your father my whole heart speaks your name here, son, my holiest vow