O God, we rage at hurtful things
Beyond our own control,
Like all the pain that illness brings
To body, mind and soul.
There’s much we cannot understand;
O Lord, we ask you, “Why?”
And yet in Christ you know firsthand
The tears your people cry.
O Christ, your loving, saving touch
Heals children, women, men.
We pray for ones we love so much;
Lord, make them whole again.
Now work through those your Spirit sends
To heal, restore and care.
May doctors, nurses, neighbors, friends
Be answers to our prayer.
And when the journey seems too rough
And you seem far away,
Remind us, Lord: You are enough
To bring us through each day.
|First Line:||O God, we rage at hurtful things|
|Title:||O God, We Rage at Hurtful Things|
|Author:||Carolyn Winfrey Gillette (2005)|
|Topic:||Wholeness and Healing, Service of|
|Copyright:||Copyright © 2005 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved|
|Composer (attributed to):||William Croft (1708)|