We’re hanging on by our fingertips, God. They’re bruised and sore. Soothe them, Spirit of healing. Smother them with balm and cover them in silken wrappings, that they may be refreshed and made whole again. Keep us fit for the road ahead as we walk alongside you Jesus, and our fellow pilgrims.
We keep haulin’, God. We’re aching and tired. Restore us, Spirit of life. Enliven us with joy and embue us with hope, that we may envision the fruits of our labours and keep strong as we toil in the dim light. Sing our shanties with us Jesus, in chorus with our fellow pilgrims.
We keep pacing ourselves, God. Never knowing when this will end or the next blip will come. Enrich us, Spirit of wisdom. Bless us with your insight and give us enough light for the next step, that we may use the grace we have for today and not waste worry on tomorrow. Rest with us when the day is done, Jesus, amongs your pilgrims.
Peace be with you