to all the little boys I've loved

I miss my students.

Lord, you know this little one
he is Yours
he grows
love him?
teach him to love
to protect
to be a gentle pursuer
make him an honest fighter
oh please, never let him grow numb
never let that fire die
please, grow him into a man who sees others
unashamed to cry for the broken
delighting in our laughter
let him take pride in creating something with his own two hands
make him an encourager, teacher, provider
but more than anything
let me meet him on the other side
my fiery little man

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