My Grandson, Lord

Lord, I ask you please to help him, This confused and tattered little boy, Who seeks a kindly father image To help him walk in manly joy. His father ran away, you see, Before he entered into life, To avoid taking responsibility For a brand new child and wife. His mom has done what she can do To raise a proper little man, But Timmy needs a male role model To take him by the hand: Someone to teach him how to fish, Which he dearly loves to do, And also teach him how to give His heart and life to you. A time or two a man from Church Has really tried to help, He and his wife took interest in This fatherless little whelp. Their few months of attention Improved my grandson's view of life, Until their own little baby came To this dear man and wife. My loving little grandson Was left behind once again; The pain was fresh inside his eyes, Rejected by another man. Lord, please send some strong man along To stand in a daddy's place, To help him finish growing up, Enriched by your own Grace. Do your work within his heart And take the hurt away, So he will be a Christ-like man, And daddy, too, someday. He is my precious grandson, Lord, And I leave him now with you, You have the perfect Father's heart, You'll know just what do do.Great pain dwells in the heart of a parent or grandparent over the need of a child. Written December 13th, 2001 © on Dec 13 2001 02:07 PM PST   0 • 13