God, oh God, be merciful.
Be gentle and be kind.
Our flesh has grown so weak
And now we feel quite left behind.
You gave to us the desire
To have children and yet
You take them all so early;
We feel, it seems that You forget
That You were the One
Who called upon us to be
Fruitful on earth and multiplied
And a faithful family.
Our minds can not fathom
The streets of pearls and gold
While our arms sit here empty
Without our children to hold.
We ask and we pray
And we seek; shall we find?
Our hope and our faith
And our strength are all declined.
As we taste this bitter fruit
We feel alone in so much pain;
We long to feel Your comfort
And Your face shine once again.
Please guide and lead and strengthen
So that we may learn to be
A true and noble witness
To the Church and world of Thee.
Give peace beyond our knowledge
And return to us our joy
Please take this cup of sorrow,
Our doubts and fear destroy.
We thank You for the honor
Of producing babes for You
Who will ever live in Glory
Singing, dancing, honoring too—
But we beg of You, our Father,
And beseech Your holy name,
To please fill our home with children—
Your faithfulness to proclaim.
Astound us with Your mercy,
Bowl us over with Your grace,
Behind this frowning providence,
Please show Your smiling face.
Return to us sevenfold
For our sorrows and our grief,
Restore us to our kindred,
Recover hopeful belief.
We know that You are worthy
Of our sacrifice and praise.
We do desire to worship, love,
Serve, honor You all our days.
But we ask You as Your children
For bread and not a stone.
We trust You in Your sovereignty
To provide as You can alone.
Lead us and guide us,
For our footsteps make a way;
Mold us and shape us,
More like Christ a bit each day.
And while we learn to wait
And tread right through the fire
Please be our daily sustenance
And help our souls not to expire.
We long to be restored
To the joy of Thy salvation
And to once again pursue
Producing a covenant nation.
For of us, Your people, You demand
Faithful, pure diligence
To be fruitful, multiply, and subdue
On the earth in Your presence.
Provide for us, dear Father,
So that we may faithful be,
Be strong now in our weakness
And cause us not to flee
Thy presence, in our anguish
In our fear, and in our cries.
Purge our sorrow, refresh our spirits,
Wipe each teardrop from our eyes.
~by MJC~
“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o’er-fraught heart and bids it break.”
William Shakespeare
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