The Author

In your hands is where you held me

When I was a baby boy

Eyes of blue in gray December

Matchbox cars and Army toys

It was your turn to be the author

To give more love than you received

Like a map you gave direction

So that I could chase my dreams

In your hands is where you raised me

Pushed me up into the sky

Kissed my skinned-up knees and broken wings

'Til I finally learned to fly

In your hands I learned compassion

There's no need to be unkind

For hate is how you lose things

And love is how you find

One day I pray they say that he's just like his father

Boy I bet he sure does make his mama proud

You taught me never giving up is never easy

And love is what life is all about

In your hands is where you taught me

Don't let pride get in the way

Hold tight to my convictions

Don't be afraid to make mistakes

Be proud of all my actions

It's who you are not what you have

When you look into the mirror

Make sure you like who's looking back

One day I pray they say that he's just like his father

Boy I bet he sure does make his mama proud

You taught me never giving up is never easy

And love is what life is all about

In your hands is where you made me

Into the man I am today

Most of all know that I love you

More than words could ever say

For everything I want to thank you

I'll pass it on the best I can

It's my turn to be the author

As I hold my daughter in my hands