Prayer for Donda & Kanye West

Heavenly Father, Comforter and Protector, I come asking You to watch over Donda West. Please take her soul into Your arms, comfort her and welcome her home, into Your loving care.

Donda is gone now from this earthly dwelling, and has left behind those who mourn her absence. Grant them the graces necessary for them to shoulder this cross. When they falter, let them know that it is You who bears their burden and enables them to carry on.

Bless her loving son Kanye West. Grant that he may hold his mother’s memory dear, never bitter for the lost, never regretful for the past, but always in hope of the eternal kingdom where you will bring them together again.

I ask this through Christ our Lord,

Amen

A Father’s Prayer

A praying father will “ask,” “seek,” and “knock” in behalf of his children, persistently trusting his wise heavenly Father to do what is best.
— Matthew 7:7-11

I have been blessed to be able to be the father of three boys. They manage to consistently keep me on my knees, “asking”, “seeking,” and “knocking.” I happened upon the following prayer and have incorporated it into my prayer rotation, pulling it out when the need arises.

A Father’s Prayer

Build me a son, O Lord,
who will be strong enough to know when he is weak,
and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid;
one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat,
and humble and gentle in victory.
Lead him, I pray, not in the path of ease and comfort,
but under the stress and spur of difficulties and challenge.
Here let him learn to stand up in the storm;
here let him learn compassion for those who fail.
Build me a son whose heart will be clear,
whose goal will be high,
a son who will master himself before he seeks to master other men,
one who will reach into the future,
yet never forget the past.
And, after all these things are his,
give him, I pray, enough of a sense of humor,
so that he may always be serious,
yet never take himself too seriously.
Give him humility,
so that he may always remember the simplicity of true greatness,
the open mind of true strength.
Then I, his father, will dare to whisper
‘I have not lived in vain.’