A Father’s Prayer for His Boy

In the quiet of a boy’s sweet prayer,
He whispers hopes into the air.
A battle fierce, but love won clear,
His prayer to bear, soft and dear.

His dad, his guide, so strong, so true,
Hands steady in the work they do.
The boy, with faith, a creed to keep,
A promise made, a bond so deep.

The dog, his friend, heart big and kind,
Beside him, Oh, the joy they find.
A loyal love, a friend indeed,
A faithful heart, his truest need.

And Christmas comes with gleaming eyes,
As memories are made beneath the skies.
Of a boy, a man, bonded by a sacred tie,
A future bright strengthens a legacy high.

A family row, now p ast, yet hearts remain,
In every tear, every prayer, a little pain.
The father’s prayer is a steadfast grace,
A silent wish to leave a loving trace.

Memories of a fellow’s hat, a soldier’s cheer,
The world feels better, year by year.
With greeting hearts, the world grows kind,
In little things, peace we can find.

A new year’s plea, a fresh start found,
A lesson learned on holy ground.
From golf lessons to a lullaby,
Through quiet nights, we wonder why.

In the house, a new baby cries,
The dawn of life, the light that ties
The past to future, joy and strain,
A prayer for peace, a love to gain.

And so we speak with hearts so clear,
From father’s thoughts, a future near.
A hope, a wish, a prayer of old,
That love remains, to warm the cold.