O Peerless Lord! Be Thou a shelter for this
poor child and a kind and forgiving Master
unto this erring and unhappy soul. O Lord!
Though we are but worthless plants, yet we belong
to Thy garden of roses. Though saplings
without leaves and blossoms, yet we are a part of
Thine orchard. Nurture this plant then through
the outpourings of the clouds of Thy tender mercy
and quicken and refresh this sapling through the
reviving breath of Thy spiritual springtime. Suffer
him to become heedful, discerning and noble,
and grant that he may attain eternal life and abide
in Thy Kingdom for evermore.