Father,
I just got off the phone
With my sister in Christ
Living in North Carolina.
The Manhattanite is in shock
Over the sudden passing
Of her mother.
I know the typhoon of emotion
Coming her way.
I see it on the horizon
As clear as day.
Lord,
I ask that You guard her heart
During the mourning period ahead.
Comfort and sustain her.
Give her the peace
Only You can.
May she call on me
Whenever she needs to.
May You put
The right words in my mouth -
Words that heal and sustain,
Soothe and edify -
At those times.
Father,
Be near to her.
Make Yourself
A tangible presence,
A Divine Kiss
From the abundance
Of Your Eternal Goodness!...
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