#64

I'm going to mourn with you, sister,
And pray for a miracle bigger than
The sad circumstances of your story.

There's a candle at the Communion Table,
The holy altar within our home
And I'm praying for your soul's eternity.

I'm praying for your surgery, sure,
And the relationships intertwined in
Your home I can't understand.

My very being longs for you
To find the Family of the Saints
And the True Lover of your Soul.

I mourn your baby never born
And pray this tragedy
Brings your entire household home.