A Mother's Prayer for Her Sons

 

I have loved them since their first breath,
since their tiny hands reached for mine.
Two souls shaped by heaven's mercy,
two hearts entrusted to time.

One moves with careful wisdom,
a thinker, gentle and deep.
The other runs with open wonder,
a fire that refuses to sleep.

One walks with measured footsteps,
his mind a world untold.
The other laughs in fierce abandon,
his spirit bright and bold.

And though they walk with different rhythms,
though their paths may not be the same,
I trust the One who formed their spirits,
who calls them each by name.

For I can love them fiercely,
but I cannot hold their fate.
I can guide them with my presence,
but only God can shape.

So I lay them down before Him,
release the weight of fear,
knowing He is in the moments
that have yet to be made clear.

I see Him moving in their questions,
in the dreams they dare to chase.
I see His hand within their failures,
His mercy wrapped in grace.

I pray they grow into God’s men,
not bound by fleeting things,
but anchored in His goodness,
held steady by the King.

And while the world may try to change them,
may twist and shape their way,
I trust in the arms that formed them,
who walks beside them every day.

For though I love them more than words,
though my heart beats loud and true,
it is God who loves them first,
who sees them through and through.

So I love, and I surrender,
I hold, and I release,
for a mother’s love is boundless,
but in God, it finds its peace