Trophies

Who am I that You would call me son And brag on all the little things I've done You put me on your mantle and tell all your friends mmm Of the prize at which you fought so hard and won Who am I It started when you put me on your shoulders A view of what the world could really be Bigger than my head could think and wider than your love for me, you Took away my fears and now I'm free Now I'm free Father would you write upon my heart That I'm better than all of my wandering thoughts Teacher, would you hold me in your arms And keep me from all of my self-made harm If I ever master all these stages I'll tell the world the way you've made for me Is straighter than these broken bones and driven to my forever home, you Went ahead and made a way for me For me And who am I that you would call me son And brag on all the little things I've done You took me from the many And put me in fields of plenty Ain't that just the way he's always done Ain't that just the way he's always done Ain't that just the way he's always done