Today we turn to You.
Or maybe today we turn back to You.
A sheep of Your own fold,
one of the lambs of God.
Not in recognition of their perfection,
but in recognition of Yours.
Because Your steadfast love never
leaves us all our life long.
Even in death we are Yours.
Yet, today we need to turn over
to You the one of our care.
The one whom we have loved.
To give us rest on our own way.
So we may know in our own hearts
we have symbolically let go.
So we release with tender words
reminding us we are not our own.
Always coming back to the words
we are Yours, You hold us in Your hands.