Let my cry come to you, the morning wanderings of my heart.
The supplication of your servant. Be with those who mourn this morning,
Who have awakened to find loss waiting in greeting. Comfort them and keep
Their prayers ever before your eyes. Be with those in pain and sorrow,
May they find your healing touch in those who surround them. Let them
Know they stand in your healing live, whichever way it comes.
Be with those who are lost in their mind, afraid they are not loved fully.
Hold them tenderly to your breast and breath the words of comfort
Into their soul. God, be with all your children this day and hear our prayers.