Please help me brave this weathered storm
And blow all pains away?
Help them, my children, their ills do bear
It’s not their fault help them see?
Please ease this weathered, seasoned storm?
Please ease intensity of deep, dark strength
On them, just let them be?
Please bless me with desired strength
Of heart, mind, body and soul
To carry burdens all, well with grace
That seas shall calm, and tranquil be
As Christ calmed tempestuous waves?
Please sweep past their bodies, and their souls
Such pains and testing times
Conditions as they’ve come?
Please pass their pains upon me well
But please bless me with Thy strength
To carry all with dignity, and love of Thee
Their pains now free?
© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012.