My Own

Father, as I bow my head with eyes raised, a heavenly stare,
hoping you are listening to my desperate prayer.
My own has fallen through my fingers, like trying to hold sand,
O Lord, I place their life in your loving hands.

We have done what we can; given all, there is to give,
and I would sacrifice my life for my own to live.
Upon my knees, I ask you, Lord, for mercy as I grieve,
and you will have my prayers as long as I breathe.

No longer can I see a way out through painful tears;
please show my own, their path; take away my fears.
Touch their heart with your Spirit of grace;
shine your forgiveness upon their shame and disgrace.

I know that You have the whole world in Your hands,
and I and my own could never know all Your plans.
Still, it will be well with my soul, come what may,
and you will have my praise each time I pray.

Through all of life's trials and the seeds I have sown,
Jesus has told me He would protect me and my own.
So, my God, though their actions are defiant and unreconciled,
I ask you to transform my own into a repentant child.

In Jesus's name, I pray, Amen

Those who fear the LORD are secure; he will be a refuge for their children. Proverbs 14:26