Hubski also remembers your friend: A poem by C. He was 13 when he wrote this. --- I am a son of my Father. I wonder when I will meet Him. I hear Him, for He is life itself. I see His works and gape. I am a son of my Father. I pretend not to know, but He knows all. I feel His eyes upon me, as He smiles at my triumphs and frowns at my faults. I touch a baby and feel it vibrate with a glow, only which He could bring. I worry I will falter and be dragged off by an undertow of sin and temptation. I cry when I'm in pain and the wolf draws near. I am a son of my Father. I understand life isn't just given to you like a present, you have to give yourself. Those blisters of turmoil will be rewarded. for He loves His servants, to serve Him. I say spread your arms and embrace Him, for He is as mighty as ever! I dream of running through Eden, everything perfect. I try to appease Him. I hope He is proud. I am a son of my Father.