O loving Father,
When our hope begins to fade
And our strength fails,
Again you send Your servants
To come alongside us,
Visible, tangible messengers of Your care.
In prayer we cling to ancient promises
With brokenhearted faith that cries,
Weeping yet once again over loss.
Their tears fall together with ours,
Forming on faces and floors
The sweetest libations of Your Spirit.
As we arise from sacred moment,
To look through bleary eyes
Upon pained yet radiant faces,
We behold the glory of a Savior
Who, having shed tears and blood,
Even now fellowships with us.