At some point in her life, my mother had copied a piece she attributed to Grace Noll Crowell, “A Prayer for Grown Sons.” Although Joyce and I did not have sons, the sentiment is genderless, and one with which I can identify in reference to my three adult daughters. I hope the readers will experience the same response.
They are men now, Lord, my hands (at last) are emptied
of the countless tasks required for so long.
And, I am helpless quite before the problems
that grown sons face. I cannot right earth’s wrongs
Or smooth their pathways, but dear Lord, You can.
Speak to them face to face, as man to man.
I have no legacy at all to give them.
But, if my prayer be answered, it will give
Them more than any wealth the world can offer.
I pray “Christ, be their comrade while they live.
Walk with them should they feel they walk alone,
And make your presence daily, hourly, known.
Companion them. I ask for nothing greater
Than this rich blessing for these precious ones;
The (holy) companionship of Christ, a young man
As counselor and guide to these, my sons.
I loose their hands, having done all I could do
And trust them, Lord, implicitly to You.”