Wayne WatsonThere are watercolour poniesOn my refrigerator doorAnd the shape of something I don't really recognizeBrushed with careful little fingersAnd put proudly on displayA reminded to us all of how time fliesSeems an endless mound of laundryAnd a stairway laced with toysGives a blow by blow reminder of the warThat we fight for their well-beingFor their greater understandingTo impart a holy reverence for the LordChorusBut baby, what will we doWhen it comes back to me and youThey look a little less like little boys every dayOh the pleasure of watchin' the children growin'Is mixed with a bitter cupOf knowin' the watercolour poniesWill one day ride awayAnd the vision can get so narrowAs you view thru your tiny worldAnd little victories can go by with no applauseBut in the greater evaluationAs they fly from your nest of loveMay they mount up with wings as eagles for His causeChorus