My Son--While You Were Sleeping
My son, as your sweet breath caressed my face and your tiny fingers spread open on your pillow, for you I said a prayer. I prayed that you would grow up to be a champion. I realize the magnitude of the responsibility placed upon me to ensure that your place in this world is well defined. As you grow up to be a young boy, a young man--a man who will one day raise his own family, I prayed that you will be strong, be courageous, and be brilliant. My son, I pray that you would grow up proudly yet not in arrogance; I pray that you'll let your voice be heard without being loud and boisterous. I pray that you'll see victory in your every effort without becoming a victim of your circumstances; I pray that you'll be a leader and a change agent without becoming an outcast; I pray that truth will be your mantra. I pray that you'll be a champion for truth and justice without the incarceration of fear and shackles of mental slavery; I pray that your very presence in this world comma...