Comfort Me

Weary after walking, You sat down to rest.
Thirsty at the well, You asked for a drink.
Exhausted in a boat, You slept in the storm.
Sad at Lazarus’s death, You wept at his tomb.
In anguish at supper, You wanted to die.
Afraid in the garden, You sweated blood.
Dying on the cross You gave a loud cry.
Lord, You understand my weariness, my fear and pain.
Comfort me again and again.

Amen.

- By Columban Fr. Patrick Sayles