Nick One Shot
Song Credit: “He’s My Son” by Mark Shultz
Down on my Knees again Tonight
Hoping this prayer will turn out right
See, there is a boy that needs your help
I’ve done all that I can do myself
Nicholas Jerry Jonas. The doctor is doing tests on him for Diabetes. I hold his mothers hand as we wait for the results. Why must this happen to him? As we wonder what the results are, the answer comes to us. He comes out of the room tears are in his eyes. I want to take him home tonight, but the doctor tells us he needs to say a little but longer.
His mother is tired
I’m sure you can understand
Each night as he sleeps
She goes in and holds his hand
And she tries not to cry
As the ears fills her eyes
The entire family has decided to stay at the hospital as long as Nicholas does. As I awoke, I expected to see his mother with the family. Instead, I find her in the room with her son. He sleeps so peacefully. Like an angel. Like none of this was happening. As I move closer to her, I see the unshed tears in her eyes. She is so weak, as if she were Nicholas herself.
Can You Hear Me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel alright?
If you can hear me
Let me take his place right now
See he’s not just anyone…
Praying to you, I wonder why this would happen to him. He had so much in store for him. So many dreams accomplish, and so many undreamed dreams to achieve. Now, all of those dreams have run through the fingers of his Diabetes. I would give my position up. To be him, so he can no longer be in so much pain. I would give it all. I cant let this happen to him…
He’s My Son
Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep
I dream of the boy he’d like to be
I try to be strong and see him through
But God, who he needs right now is you
His mother wouldn’t rest until I told her that I would watch him as he sleeps. I instantly see the pain and brokenness in his peaceful rest. Sometimes I myself fall asleep next to him. Dreams of what he had old me his goals were, they float through my mind. I see him on stage. Singing with his brothers, he is having the time of his life. Sometimes when he wakes up, he asks me if he is going to die. I shake my head. But Lord, you know I am scared of the same thing. Having the honor to live with you is the greatest honor possible. But please, let us have him for a little bit longer.
Let him grow old
Live life without this fear
What would I be,
Living without him here?
He’s so tired
And he’s scared
Let him know
That your there
Everyday, I wonder if it would be his last. I want him to live a normal life, but not normal at the same time. I want him to be able to have a shot at his dreams, but how could he? He would have to live with this constant fear of death following him around. My heart breaks at the fear of losing him to you. I cannot imagine living on this world without him.
Show yourself to him, to his weary eyes. Fear tires his body, it ties him down like a serpent. Please show him you are here.
Can You Hear Me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can you see him?
Can you make him feel alright?
If you can hear me
Let me take his place right now
See he’s not just anyone…
He’s My Son
Can You Hear Me?
Can you see him?
Please don’t leave him
He’s My Son
