The Willow

God,

Please help me to guide my son

To teach him faith in the lord above.

 

Help me to take away his fears

And lend a shoulder to absorb his tears.

 

Please help him to understand that the world is rough

Full of pitfalls and heartaches and much that is tough.

But that it is noble to stand up and fight

For the causes and feelings he knows must be right.

 

Please help me to show him the power of rain

To wash, and to cleanse, and to take away pain.

 

And to teach him the strength of the willow tree

Help him to understand that it is more than it seems.

Although as strong as an oak it wilts to the ground

Not because it is lazy or isn’t as proud.

But because it is humble in the sight of the lord

And uses its branches as a way to adore.

And so it hangs its head all the way down

Holding it in an endless bow.

 

Please help him to be like this holy tree

Made even stronger by his faith in thee