A Father's Prayer

Good Evening Father, its me tonight, and we've come to it again.

One of your sons needs your help, to protect him from the wind.

Some days they blow so hard it seems they'll carry us away.

And keep us from returning to that place thou'd have us stay.

I know before, thou dids't commission me, to protect him from this place.

To keep him safe from all the storms, and teach him of thy grace.

And Tonight I feel like Peter, running to wake thy Son.

"Master the tempest! How can we survive? I fear we're all undone!"

I know this is the mission I was sent here to do.

To help them both move on their way and bring them back to you.

But some days the billows toss so high and play on the angry deep.

And on this night I lie awake and I find it hard to sleep.

The veil it seems is extra thick inside his little mind.

His Spirit bumps against its walls and struggles a weakness to find.

If we could look into the past, to days long gone I'm sure

We'd see a warrior of light and truth, of strength and intention pure.

But as I said the wind it blows, the billows toss, the ship it sways,

And makes it all so hard to see, you're promise of better days

So for tonight I've one request, only one thing I need.

Just let Our son sleep comfortably another day to see. 

For someday soon your promise is, I'll see him this is sure

The veil be gone, his mind made whole, his Spirit holy and pure.

I'll let him rest in Thy care tonight, I've done all I can do

And so Dear Father I entrust his care this night to only You

Thou art the only one I trust to love him as I do

For the rest of my life I will freely give,

To Him, to Her and to You.