We pray for our family, near and far,
Keep them safe wherever they are.

Bless them with health and happiness,
Guide them through each day's mess.
Grant them strength in times of need,
And fill their hearts with love indeed.

May they find peace in times of strife,
And hold onto hope throughout life.
May they know they're never alone,
For you, dear Lord, are always shown.

So we lift our voices in prayer,
For our family, with love and care.
May they always feel your embrace,
And find comfort in your grace.

Amen.

Sometimes I pray with all my soul,
To the God I believe in,
Knowing that those prayers are futile,
But my heart is a vagabond who gives its whole,
For those prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
I wish for it, I pray for it,
Even when I know I won’t get it.
Yet my heart gets hauled towards only those wishes,
Which I know are futile,
The prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
So I permit my heart to employ these prayers,
And talk to the God I believe in.
I let Him only listen and let my heart free,
Knowing that its a prisoner who can never be set free.
When I say these prayers,
There is a ease of pain, sense of relief.
Knowing these feelings will leave,
My adamant heart still prays which is futile,
The prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.
At times I sense that I am addicted to these prayers,
These futile prayers coax me towards them,
Make my heart a wayfarer who prays,
Only the prayers which make me feel they might come true, for a while.