So far away and time mercilessly took you there I wasn't where I should've been either So much has been said about fathers and sons Many times things aren't seen eye to eye Until the miles separate you and you claw For words last said. Did I tell him that I loved him? Does he know without a doubt that it's so? Do fathers say that to their sons? If you can't say that, what kind of man are you? Did you look him in the eye and take him in your arms To give him that assurance that all is well between The two of you?

Oh Michael, my son, my son I carry you to the throne of grace daily When you and I meet at the end of my duty day And the start of yours, we put each other into His care, Trusting that though we are apart, His eyes are on us both And I gratefully receive the promise that “Where two or more are gathered in My name, there am I in the midst of them.”

From Oklahoma to Samarra and back there is no distance When He is with us…

And He is, my son.