Build
me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave
enough to face himself when he is afraid; one who will be proud and unbending
in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory.
Build
me a son whose wishbone will not be where his backbone should be; a son who
will know Thee and that to know himself is the foundation stone of knowledge.
Lead
him I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort, but under the stress and spur
of difficulties and challenge. Here let him learn to stand up in the storm;
here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build
me a son whose heart will be clear, whose goal will be high; a son who will
master himself before he seeks to master other men; one who will learn to
laugh, yet never forget how to weep; one who will reach into the future, yet
never forget the past.
And
after all these things are his, add, I pray, enough of a sense of humor, so
that he may always be serious, yet never take himself too seriously. Give him
humility, so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness, the
open mind of true wisdom, the meekness of true strength.
Then,
I, his father, will dare to whisper, have not lived in vain.
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