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

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