Oh Father, Father of Lights If for no other reason But for the sake of my mother For your handmaiden Make me, her son, into your son A fully mature son, no longer a child One trustworthy of your family business Make me the man you create me to be A son that brings you glory A son, a brother to your Son Make a mansion in your house for me She has cried out, Lord Oh, that her children would know you! Let me know you, if only for her sake Let me be your friend, one you can trust Be a lamp unto my feet, a light to my path Whisper to me at the crossroads Oh, that I would know your glory I pray this, Lord For me, and the one who bore me Stephen Pursell, 4/8/04 |  |
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