A new Mother’s bliss, I wouldn’t dismiss, 
but as a new Dad, my take is this...
their presence I wouldn’t miss, 
there soft cheeks I can’t wait to kiss. 
I’m in the zone…love is the tone…
down to the bone, I’ll care for my own.

People keep saying, that twins are a trip, 
but I know, that only God could have written this script. 
I’ve always been a kid at heart…
but now, I’ve been given a brand new start.

Two for the price of one, my work has just begun…
my labor is one of love…sent from God up above! 
Samuel and Solomon brothers in the struggle, 
here on time and reporting on the double!

If children are a blessing, and that’s not figurative, 
then why are many Christians so negative? 
It doesn’t even matter, you don’t have to respond…
we are happy for ourselves, and strength is our bond.

I feel sorry for those cynical souls who don’t have a life, 
whose waking moments have been reduced to a celebration of strife. 
I should share with you why I live, 
because I have double the reasons now to give.

Someone once said, it ain’t no secret what God can do, 
what he’s done for others…now he’s done for two. 
Of all the dads in the world, who’ve experienced this sensation, 
or better yet, celebration, 
there’s one who has confirmation, 
that God is the God of restoration.

My sons, I watched them cut your Mom open, and I wanted to cry…
but I knew you had to say bye, bye, 
to the comfortable womb
and come into the world soon.

You’d be proud of her just like your Dad, 
because the pain she went through was very bad. 
But like anything that’s good in life, 
it always involves a sacrifice.

Wow! Now that you’re here, 
O Samuel and Solomon, you have brought our world wonderful cheer. 
We will raise your lives without any fear…
protecting you and holding you ever so near.

I thought I knew the meaning of innocence, 
but watching you I’ve gained a broader sense, 
as you’ve come into this life, totally trusting in me, 
if I like you, could only learn, that faith in God is the key.

My sons, I’ll love it when you call me big papa, 
and throw your hands in the air, but never be a playa, 
I’ll love it when you call me big papa 
and throw your hands in the air, and always treat um fair.

You are all the proof I need, 
that God still works miracles indeed. 
They say you are tiny and your bodies are small, 
but they will soon see two men of God, who always stand tall!