Libations of Prayer

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.