I do not pray for wealth untold
Or beauty that will fade,
But for my children, gifts from You,
Who in my arms have laid.
Each one a special treasure,
Each one Your work of art,
Each one a rose not fully formed
Yet lovely from the start.
Strengthen by Your Spirit
And plant them in Your love,
Protect them from the enemy,
Reveal Your truth in love.
And as they blossom by Your hand
May Your grace be revealed,
So others, Lord, are drawn to You,
A harvest through them yield.
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