Dear Lord, my friends are hurting,
Planning uncertain days.
Place Your hand on broken hearts;
Please, guide them through the maze.

Tend to each and every fear,
Wipe silent tears, unshed.
Hold each one closely to You,
As they face the road ahead.

May they feel your presence, strong,
When darkest is the night.
Peace, I pray You will lend them
‘Til blackness cedes to light.

Dear Lord, my friends are hurting,
In concert my heart does weep
I plead their case before You
Your watch care, o’er them keep.

Courage is never given,
Just borrowed for a time.
Advance to each their portion,
As from these valleys climb.

To You be all the glory;
Your perfect will be done.
I commit to You these dear ones,
In You, their battle's won.

Amen

God never lets us fall farther than our knees.

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