**Here’s a song I wrote for my firstborn son, Jonah Stephen.


Son, oh my son, I know you’ll grow tired of hearing it
But I enjoy your very existence. I love you so much.
Son, oh my son, you have my face and my nature
That same bended posture of the heart
I’ll show you the one who can make straight
Watch as I cling to this all great
Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world

Son, oh my son, watch as I pray for favor
Watch as I praise while I suffer and know God is near
Son, oh my son, I can’t tell you your vocation
But I can tell you why you’re breathing, your purpose is clear
I’ll show you the song that the day sings
I’ll teach you the tune that the night rings
“Glory to God!” my boy, your heart was made for this

Son, oh my son, I will show you your Father
By being a much smaller version of Him
And when I fall, I won’t make excuses at all
I’ll show you a fountain of grace by binging on it
Follow me down this path that is well-worn
It’s cold but it leads to a new morn
Confession is death but it brings life after it

Son, oh my son, look at your beautiful mother
She’ll tell you I’m not her Savior (but I want to look like Him)
Son, oh my son, watch as I tell her I love her
See how I confess to her when I’m wrong
I’ll show you her scars I have given
She gave me her heart and I broke it
We brought it to Christ, he bound it up, now we speak of grace

Son, oh my son, watch as I feast on this bread
Watch as I drink from this cup, this body and blood is all I have
Son, oh my son, watch as I pour over this book
See that hungry, greedy look that’s in my eye
I’m desperate to find my Jesus
And Jonah, if you’ll believe it
He stands and he speaks to me from every Spirit-writ page
There’s magic in this world, son, don’t be fooled
It’s deeper than your eyes can behold
Glory is seeping from every pore of everything