One More Thing, Lord

It's me again, Lord Jesus,

Making one more final plea,

About that new grandbaby

Who's just about to be.

Let him be real healthy,

I beg on bended knee.

I need someone to walk the woods

and spend some time with me.

There's stories to be read to him

Before my eyesight goes;

There's logs to walk and streams to cross

and lots of rocks to throw.

Then one more thing I'd like to ask,

If You'll permit me to,

I'd like to hang around to help

Him grow to be like You.