Our little man has left us, Lord.

He went on to be with You.

He always enjoyed the sport of fishing.

I heard You were once a fisherman too.

May I ask You for a favor?

You see, it may take me a while to get there.

I will be eternally grateful,

if You will only grant me this simple prayer.

He will need a new pole,

but he already knows how to cast a line.

He is rather good at baiting his own hook,

and careful not to tangle the twine.

If You could spare a tackle box,

he left his old one here.

He does not need anything too fancy.

He will be happy with some basic, simple gear.

He likes it if You tell him stories,

especially something about Your own days of old.

As he watches the bobber floating in the water,

maybe he will be reminded of the ones we told.

Tell him to keep an eye on the bank,

and never give up on that dream his heart is wishing.

For one day, I will be there, rod and reel in hand.

Until then, Jesus, please take my boy fishing.