Psonnets of Friendship
Be Blessed, My Son

Be blessed, my son, and with my blessing, bless,
and when you bless, may all you bless perceive
the love you give is Christ's love you receive,
whose Father loves you, yet loves them no less.
Then you, my son, will be a blessing, yes,
and be the very blessing I will leave,
though I may pass away this very eve
into His ever present lovingkindnesses.
My blessing is the burden you will bear,
so come, my son, and let me lay my hand
upon your head and shoulder with this prayer
to bless you with the fatness of the land,
that those who seek my blessing find you wear
my robe and ring, and in my shoes, you stand.
~ by Michael Rew & Sherry Maxwell / Email: witness@psonnets.org