A Family Prayer

This family's cloth is made from a special weave It's able to bend or stretch and tear or grieve In recent years I've heard that our values lost but, here on earth each soul God has embossed With his image on our soul he guides us in life He heals fears, restores strength, mending strife Here death is the thief, of a family's shining star With his Divine Grace, know your star isn't far For all those grieving, in his hands I pray to hold and in the palm of his hands, his grace is foretold As hours pass to days my prayer will be renewed Know grief is a private process it can't be viewed