No eloquent words shape this week's prayers,
SO many hurts and needs of
sickness and sorrow, broken relationships
in this old world
but God, so much More You!
Hear our tears.
Be with those who have lost loved ones.
Be with those who stand by (outside hospital doors!!!)
while their suffering loved ones are admitted!
Oh, God, minister to the suffering
in ways known only to You!
Turning to this old Hymn today...
God Moves in a Mysterious Way-William Cowper
Those tears we pray,
They wing their way
From sorrow’s clay to God
When words won’t shape
The want and ache
That rends the speechless clod
He hears the heart
The sting and smart
Of sorrow’s sob and plea
And bears us up
…cradles the cup
That mirrors Calvary
© Janet Martin
You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?
Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry for help;
do not be deaf to my weeping.
For I am a foreigner dwelling with You,
a stranger like all my fathers.