In our hour of weakness, Lord, soften our hearts, pierce through our anger and tears and self-righteousness and guilt and fear, that we may lift our eyes to that hill where comes our help, to that place, where weakened and bleeding and walking through your own shadow of the valley of death, you bought life for all of us who will answer your call.

Lord, be this day with those of us who are facing the death of all we have loved, as we paw through the rubble of our lives with bleeding hands, searching in grief and sadness. Open the doors we need, and in our unconsolable moment, hold us tight in the palm of your hand.

And may those of us this day blessed not to be suffering under the burden of crisis, hear your call to be your hands, and feet, and voice and respond as you would have us do. Amen.