Weathered Storm

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.

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