In the cradle of life, a boy takes his place,
A seed of strength in time's vast embrace.
Eyes filled with wonder, dreams reaching high,
An unshaped force beneath the sky.
He stumbles, he rises, through trials unknown,
Each lesson a brick where wisdom is sown.
The laughter of youth, the courage to dare,
The boy builds the man with loving care.
Like the lion, he learns to lead with might,
Guiding his pride through the darkest night.
Yet gentle he stands, a pillar of grace,
Guarding his home, his sacred space.
In the home, he wears many a crown,
Provider, protector, never backing down.
Through storms and sunlight, he forges a way,
Teaching his kin to hope and to pray.
The boy grows to a man, steadfast and true,
A beacon of strength in all that he’ll do.
Yet the boy within never fades or wanes,
For in his innocence, wisdom remains.
Oh, father of the man, O child divine,
Through you, God's image does brightly shine.
Leader in society, a voice for the weak,
The man reflects what the boy did seek.
So honor the boy, for within lies the plan
A journey to become the father of the man.
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