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Hymn: Sometimes our grasp of life is frail
Fourth Sunday after Pentecost
Psalm 119: 105-112

Sometimes our grasp of life is frail,
yet through it all love will prevail.
We feel that every step is cursed,
believing things can not get worse.

In spite of all, we keep our faith,
held, more than holding onto grace,
we whisper prayer and hope for praise,
we live through grey exhausting days...


Fourth Sunday after Pentecost, Psalm 119: 105-112, hymn,
despair, trouble, doubt, weakness, prayer, pain, hope

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

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