Show my son, Lord,
Who You are.
So he knows You up close
Not from afar.
Deliver him from doubts
And wounds and fear.
Shout to him, Lord
That You are here.
Lead him in the way
That he should go.
Reveal Your will,
So his purpose he’ll know.
Appear to him
In all Your glory.
Prove to him
You’re more than a story.
Come along beside him
As a faithful friend
Closer than a brother
Loyal to the end.
Give him strength and courage
To fight the good fight.
Help him to keep his post
Through the darkest night.
Grant unto him
The desires of his heart.
Bless him and fill him
With goodness to impart.
Saturate him
With Your love.
Give him wisdom
From above.
Anoint his head, Lord,
Fill his cup.
Shine light from his eyes
As he lifts his face up.
Wherever he goes
Make him salt and light
To rescue the perishing
Through Your power and might.
Use his gifts
Empower his hands
To perform Your works
Throughout the lands.
Let love be his trademark
And honor his creed
His life his sacred pledge
To help those in need.
"Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is placed in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no other's hands the sacred and holy trust given to her." -JR Miller
