They’ve never seen a slower pace.
Chases clouds in bright blue skies.
He chases sunbeams, chases ants,
Chases Dad with a “can’t catch me” dance.
He chases footballs, friends, and squirrels,
Chases his sister’s blonde head of curls.
And someday, when he’s big and grown,
I know he’ll chase dreams of his own.
But each night with the setting sun,
I’ve just one prayer for my fast-footed son.
I pray that he will wisely choose
To chase after what he cannot lose…
Chase after purity of word, deed and mind.
Chase after promises always assured.