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The Lord has blessed me with three sons,
And each is special, it's true,
But many a rumor has been told
About that number two.
Of my three sons he's in the middle,
In more ways than just one,
And so, according to those tales,
He misses all the fun.
His abilities are different from number one's
And from those of number three.
And to my number two, I say,
You're very special to me.
You have so many talents
I didn't know you had,
And today I'm really very proud
To say that I'm your dad.
You have made a mark already,
And that's not just a pun.
You've proved in oh, so many ways
That you're really number one.
I want you to know that I love you, Mark,
Much more than words can say,
And always you have made me proud,
But never more than today.
You're using the gifts God gave to you
As you're working out His plan.
You're showing the world that number two,
He really is "the man."
I know you've struggled these past few years
While earning your degree,
But I'm still your dad and I'm here for you
Whenever you need me.
For though our lives are different now,
I still would not think twice
If asked to lend a listening ear
Or give some sought advice.
And today, my son, I want you to know
That though you're number two,
You will always be my son, "my Mark,"
And I'll never stop loving you.
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My Son, Mark
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Dad
June 6, 1999
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