| He climbs in my lap for a goodnight hug
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| He calls me Dad and I call him Bub
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| With his faded old pillow and a bear named Pooh
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| He snuggles up close and says «I want to be like you»
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| I tuck him in bed and I kiss him goodnight
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| Trippin' over the toys as I turn out the light
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| And I whisper a prayer that someday he’ll see
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| He’s got a father in God 'cause he’s seen Jesus in me
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| Lord, I want to be just like You
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| 'Cause he wants to be just like me
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| I want to be a holy example
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| For his innocent eyes to see
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| Help me be a living Bible, Lord
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| That my little boy can read
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| I want to be just like You
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| 'Cause he wants to be like me
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| Got to admit I’ve got so far to go
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| Make so many mistakes and I’m sure that You know
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| Sometimes it seems no matter how hard I try
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| With all the pressures in life I just can’t get it all right
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| But I’m trying so hard to learn from the best
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| Being patient and kind, filled with Your tenderness
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| 'Cause I know that he’ll learn from the things that he sees
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| And the Jesus he finds will be the Jesus in me
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| Right now from where he stands I may seem mighty tall
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| But it’s only 'cause I’m learning from the best Father of them all |