God, I lift a prayer to You
for those in pain—
for the grieving,
the forgotten,
and those still bound in chains.
I’m asking for mercy, Lord,
for the innocents
who have died by the dozens,
and for those far from home,
fighting battles
they never asked for.
Please help the homeless,
whose beds are made of stone.
Help those out of work,
and those walking through life
completely alone.
Ease the suffering
of the victims no one hears—
the battered wives,
the frightened children
who are drowning in tears.
Wrap Your loving arms
around the aged,
the ill,
the weary,
and the meek.
Give strength and hope
to all who are suffering—
and let them find in You
the comfort
they desperately seek.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 8:19 PM UTC
God, I lift a prayer to You
for those in pain—
for the grieving,
the forgotten,
and those still bound in chains.
I’m asking for mercy, Lord,
for the innocents
who have died by the dozens,
and for those far from home,
fighting battles
they never asked for.
Please help the homeless,
whose beds are made of stone.
Help those out of work,
and those walking through life
completely alone.
Ease the suffering
of the victims no one hears—
the battered wives,
the frightened children
who are drowning in tears.
Wrap Your loving arms
around the aged,
the ill,
the weary,
and the meek.
Give strength and hope
to all who are suffering—
and let them find in You
the comfort
they desperately seek.
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