Categories: anything-and-everything
Date: 17 December 2006 22:59:59
The great thing about teenagers is that within the span of a few hours they can have you feeling as proud as you can possibly get and then have you wanting to bang your head against a brick wall!
Lord, let him know how proud I am of him.
Lord, let him know that my love for him
- in quantities impossible to describe -
is just a fraction of your's.
Lord, let him know that I respect and admire him
as the young man he's growing into,
and remember with delight
the boy that he has been.
Lord, let him know that I love it when he
talks about his life, his hopes his fears and dreams.
And let him know that I would give up anything for him;
even when in his eyes I demand the world.
Lord, let him know that I have laughed and prayed and cried
for him more than for any other;
and let him know that what I do is try.
Lord, let him know that when the angels
appreared on that hillside
they were bringing news that was for him.
Lord, let him know that the stories we've shared
are firm foundations and solid rock.
Lord, let him know all this.
He is my son.