Heaveny Father
Today I place in your hands my prodigal son or daughter.2 Sam.19:4
But the king covered his face, and the king cried with a loud voice, O my son Absalom, O Absalom, my son, my son!So many tears in a bottle that you hold precioous in your hands in heaven you collected them all my heart goes out to the parents that know such pain,the words that no parent wants to hear I ask this morning that you take the heart of my prodigal son or daughter and turn it around to seek you and fear you and love you for the sakes of the next generation.Your hands are not shortened the hands that formed the mountains the hands that hold the sea the eyes that sees all there is nothing too hard for thee.I love you Heavenly Father show your strengh and power through my son or daughter of proof you are who you said you are.in Jesus name Amen!
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