Thank you for my grandson,
Lord a demon he may be,
If anyone can help him,
I think it may be me.

He only is a youngster,
And has a lot to learn,
But he is getting older,
For Jesus he will yearn.

He gets in lots of trouble,
But he only is a lad,
Yet getting very cheeky,
To his dear old dad.

He gets a clout when he does wrong,
Because he’s thick he hums a song,
But bless our little Peter,
My grandson makes me proud.

I call out Jesus very loud,
Oh Lord just hold him within,
The shadow of your wing,
And one day your praises he will sing.