We pray their cares would be few,
& your peace would console their heart,
We pray they would learn their true value
& they’d live as ones set apart.
We pray they would know Your amazing grace,
Though they may never learn the depth or length,
We pray they claim You as their hiding place,
& let the joy of the Lord be their strength.
We pray they would know You as their Friend,
& learn to trust You and be still,
We pray good would come to them,
All this according to Your perfect will.
Let them share the gospel without shame,
Let them lift up praise to Your Holy Name.
While the rest of the world sees an elegant marble bust, Close beloved ones see a pile of pitiful rubble, Perfection is nothing but an elaborate illusion, We must accept we are nothing but dust, Openly reveal and accept our own vulnerability Then we are free to break out of our bubble. "Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground..." —Genesis 2:7