There is a little shadow that follows after me,
And he imitates my actions, often to a tee.
It can be quite amusing or embarrassing at times;
I see my many weaknesses as he recites my lines.
He’s constantly mimicking the way that I talk
And even tries to duplicate the stride in my walk.
When friends see this shadow, they, likely as not,
Will laughingly call him “a chip off the old block”.
“A chip off the old block”, an extension of self–
It’s more than training or teaching or giving of wealth.
But I’m cloning and building a likeness of me,
For as the seed that is planted, so grows the tree.
And the fruit thereof, whether it be good or bad,
Depends much on the actions of my little boy’s Dad.
For our lives are as books, with each day as a page,
And so often our children can be used as a gauge.
Are they bright?, happy?, do they live without fear?
We can see much the same things looking into a mirror.
So, behold your children, look deep into their eyes;
What they are, or become, should be no surprise.
Then rejoice, or repent, whatever you need to do,
Because you will be looking at an extension of you.
“A chip off the old block”, “made from the same mold”–
Our legacy will continue, as the future unfolds.
So, are we like our Father, if our Father is God?
Do we walk as he walked when on this earth He trod?
Are we loving and faithful, gentle and kind?
Giving food to the hungry and sight to the blind?
If we are Godly examples and build on the Rock,
We’ll be honored to hear “he’s a chip off the old block”.
