Lord, my sorrows seem endless,
like a mountain stream,
constantly there,
Almost a torrent of despair.
Yet in spite of grief and empty longing,
in You I trust, in You I dream
and hope in blessings for us all,
all together in Your love,
where every tear will be wiped away,
where peace will flow,
in sweet abundance cascade below
to comfort all our morning hearts.
In the love that binds us all to You,
all the living and all the dead,
and all those yet to come,
may that dream come true.
May every tear be wiped away
in the comfort of Your love.
Amen.
— By Columban Fr. Patrick Sayles