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God bless those who mourn,

Whose hearts are heavy and torn.

God of love unfold to them, blessings of love untold to them.

Wisper how much you care.

Father how close you are and near.

God the words we hold that seem our last.

God the pain we can't seem to get past.

When we feel all alone and you don't hear.

Comfort them with angels wings weeping an interceding over them.

Father, when we feel defeated.

Help us stand.

Take us to a higher place.

Freely given to us by more of your precious grace.

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