I’m praying tonight, Lord,
for anyone and everyone
who heard bad news today:
sad news, unwelcome news,
unsettling, unexpected news,
distressing, disappointing news,
upsetting, startling, tearful news…
The world hears bad news everyday
but sometimes, Lord, there comes some news,
with arrow-like precision,
pointed, aimed and piercing through
fragile, tender, open hearts…
With kindness and with healing,
touch and bless those heavy burdened
by the news they heard today,
by tidings, sad and bleak…
And with grace and gentle voice, Lord,
sing softly in their souls
the strains of your good news:
all shall be well, all shall be well…
Protect us, Lord, while we’re awake
and watch over us while we sleep
that awake, we might keep watch with you
and asleep, rest in your peace…
All shall be well. All shall be well,
and all manner of thing,*
all manner of thing shall be well.
I lift up my eyes to the mountains;
from where shall come my help?
My help will come from God,
my creator, from God who made heaven and earth.
God will keep your feet from stumbling
and guard you as you rest;
for God never slumbers nor sleeps.
God is with you by day and by night.
For God will always guard you from evil
and keep your soul from harm;
and God will guard your coming and going,
both now and forever more.
*The refrain is a well known, much loved quote from
Julian of Norwich who died in the early 15th century.
In the language of her time « All manner of thing » was
an acceptable figure of speech. If, in our own time,
you prefer to sing « things, » go right ahead!