When the dark clouds gather and the lightning flashes about us, I hope you hear your child's prayer. Give them a light to break the night and all the darkness that it holds. Calm the gale with one gentle word that no one needs fear that this trip might be their last. Bless our eyes that can we can see the path that is opened right before our eyes. Bless the rivers that their banks may not rise against us.
I know the road before us is a hard one and the burdens that we'll bear may wear us down, but somehow I can hear you in the wind and feel you in my heart. When I can feel you walking along side of me, than I know that, you are listening to your child's voice. It may not always be the words that I want to hear but you are regardless of me. In our darkest moments when the world is ready to swallow us up, there is no doubt that, you are there to help us move through the tempest that's about us. I just hope you're listening.
** Sorry if this is a bit rough.