Prayer

From a prayer I led this Sunday. You know what lies before me, O God, And you understand the path that brought me here. You see the moments yet to unfold, And you remain steadfast in your presence. When I turn away, you pursue me, When I lose sight, you

God, let's be honest—this year is off the rails. We hardly need remind You. But, Christ, there's so much pain. Pain that has gone unseen, unnoticed, unwept for. So we lift up our prayer for all the forgotten sufferers, The invisible pain, the sorrow too