Wednesday, February 28, 2007

My soul cries out

O God, my soul cries out for all who are filled with such pain, or anger, or both, that they cannot hear any words of love, see any hope out of the morass. Touch them with your holy grace, Jesus. Heal us with your power. Help us to find love and hope again.

1 comment:

Athos said...

I know the feeling, fair weaver. Yet the words of my departed mother, "This too shall pass," come to mind, as do, "Be still and know that I AM God."

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-- Athos