One of my greatest aches is to see my sons mentored by committed, godly men.  They are desperate to be taught by men.  It is a frightening world to entrust this duty to someone other than their dad, but I cannot teach them much about being a man.  And they will be husbands and fathers one day.  My prayer is that they will learn to make godly choices.

Tell me what will you say

To your little girl that day,

When you see her eyes filling with tears.

Will you stop and recall

That a boy oh so small

Had a need for a man all those years?

He was bleeding inside,

And was learning to hide

All his fear, and his shame, and his pain.

All he needed was one

Who could model the Son

And could teach him from self to abstain.

When your daughter he wed,

Inside already dead,

Though he looked from outside like the rest.

Even then had you known

The seeds could have been sown

That would grow to a man with a chest.

Tell me how you will speak

Busy week after week,

While these boys all around need your care.

Tell me what you will say

To your daughter that day

Of her husband who needed you there.

Written January 17, 2006

Copyright 2006