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A Mother's Prayer |
| God, Father of Freedom, look after that boy of
mine, wherever he may be. Walk in upon him. Keep his mind stayed on
Thee. Talk with him during the silent watches of the night, and spur him
to bravery whenever called upon to face the cruel foe. Transfer my
prayer to his heart, that he may know the lingering love I have
bequeathed to him as an everlasting gift. |
| Keep my boy contented and inspired by the
never-dying faith in his mother's God. He is my gift to freedom. May
that freedom forever remain untarnished, God. Through the lonely and
confusing hours of training and combat, and throughout all the long days
of a hopeful victory, keep his spirit high and his purpose unwavering.
Make him a proud pal to all with whom he comes in contact and make his
influence a noonday light wherever his duty takes him. Satisfy the
hunger of his soul with the knowledge of this daily prayer of mine. |
| To my country, and to world freedom, O Heavenly
Father, have I bequeathed this boy of mine. He is my choicest treasure.
Take care of him, God. Keep him in health and sustain him under every
possible circumstance of events. Warm him anew under his shelter and
under the stars. Touch him with my smile of cheer and comfort and my
full confidence in his every brave pursuit. |
| Silent and alone, I pray, God, but I am only one of
millions of mothers, whose prayers stream day and night to You. This is
our Gethsemane. Lead us victoriously through it, God. And lead that boy
of mine through his. Fail him not...and may he not fail You, his
country, nor his mother. Thank you, God. |
| AMEN. |