God of Grace,
Give us healing
a balm, to soothe
our weary souls
Whisper medicine into our ears
Touch us tenderly
Sit by our bedside,
so we are not alone
Pull the quilt up to our chin,
cover us
so we may find a moment of respite
some warmth
in your Presence
Bring us water,
for we are thirsty
Broth to fill our bellies,
we are hungry
Surrendered to
our weakness
our pain
vulnerability opens the Way
As we lay here still and powerless
maybe even paralyzed
Breathe into us
Your
Love
God of Grace,
Give us healing
a balm, to soothe
our weary souls