A Prayer

I am afraid for this coming generation. Where is the one who is not driven and tossed by the winds and waves of this fallen world? Where, oh, where is the one who's steps are shepherded by the skillfulness of the Father's tender hands? So rare are they that I fear for my generation.

Oh God, Abba, Father, shepherd this fading generation, grow us according to the integrity of Your heart; instruct us with the skillfulness of Your hands. Oh God, let us be a generation that seeks Your face, and only Your face. Let us not give heed to the petty longings of this misleading world, but by Your grace, let us remain steadfast; standing firm on your promises.