I had hopes and dreams

for my two boys

like all young fathers do

To throw the winning touchdown

or to do good in school

To take advantage of all the great things

this world has to offer

My boys would live like kings

and I would be their father

But as the sun went down

on that late Sunday night

All my hopes and dreams

would never come true

They’ll never throw a touchdown

or read a book

or live like kings on this earth

But as I cried holding my wife

I realized

they both wear crowns

and know more glory

than any touchdown or

educational award

They now have the true

and only Father

watching over them

So cry not for my boys

they are children of a King

by Danny D. Douglas