We've all said at some point in our life,
"When I grow up, I'll be..."
As children, we dreamed what our future would hold,
and hoped one day we'd see.
Some have become what was foretold
in days of their long ago youth.
Others have suffered cruelty and shame,
by denying and hiding from truth.
No one grows up wishing to be
plagued with a life of destruction.
A good name, prosperity, fame or wealth,
are goals sought without deduction.
As parents we wish the best for our brood.
Nothing less for them will do.
High hopes we hold for their futures,
and dreams we pray will come true,
Today I do something different
than those before me have ever done.
In addition to praying for their happiness,
I will prophesy over my young.
A mothers prayers are held in high regard.
Each tear, our Savior sees.
But, more than prayer, our Father honors
the words we speak over these.
I prophesy wisdom in all they do.
Let the joy of the Lord never part.
May love grow stronger and bare its fruit,
with every beat of their heart.
They'll walk in the foot steps of Jesus.
Where He leads they will gladly go.
Taking up their crosses with each new day,
love is the seed they sow.
They receive boldness to stand their ground,
while guiding and helping the lost.
Even if cursed, ridiculed, or scorned,
they are faithful no matter the cost.
Their faith is strong and always will be.
It surpasses and stands each test.
Though the world may come against them,
in the Lord they take refuge and rest.
Whatever in life you choose to become,
I prophesy these words upon you;
God is your center and always will be
over everything you say and do.
For my children: Brittney, Brandon,
Rachel, and Kristen.
Copyright 1998,
by Deean G. Strecker
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