Blessed be my succour

Armed with your prayers I will seek relief

In the days that shall come -

There will be some need to believe

That some prayers will stay unanswered

That some questions will languish

In a state of oblivious anguish

A searing sense of destitution

Will cast ripples of disquiet;

In our faith surrounding the edge of sorrow

That there might be a hope for a persevering tomorrow

Blessed by my succour

That I can reach out to your face

An island, alone, still drifting towards you grace

Precious mercy in the arms of comfort

Gladly preoccupy

All the uncertainty –

Will words of silence, make belief

Hours of splendid succour, and relief

Tender prayers

Drifting aimless

In our universe of hope

The legends and myths of peace

Singing us a pledged encore

Requiem to you and me

Deep well of succour promising serenity

Timid, tender, borrowed faith

Clutching our hands,

Leading us through this dark eternity

Blessed be my succour

In shapeless formless prayers

Coming in waves, strong in the air

Pledged relief, washing down the grime

Blest be my succour

Lasting through time

In its airiness, priceless

In its sturdiness, timeless

Blest be my succour

 


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