Lord, I know that your mercy
for those who have died,
and your love for each and every one of us
is vaster than the entire universe,
an immense grandeur of love.
Yet you see our smallest sorrow,
our tiniest tear, our briefest fear for tomorrow.
There is not the tiniest bird in the sky
that falls to the ground
but you know it, Lord, and care.
An how much more than us,
every hair on our head is counted
how much more you share our sorrow.
The heart that believes
is the heart that grieves sweetly,
knowing it is always in your love.
Now and forever.