Lord, you throw us into disarray, just when we thought we knew you.
You confuse us, making what was simple and plain mysterious.
You, who brought life and healing to so many, tell us we must suffer.
You, who restored the outcast, say we must follow you
outside the city, outside society.

When we cannot understand, help us to trust you.
When we doubt ourselves, help us to know you.
When our lives are shaken, and our tables turned, help us to hold on to you.
When there are no answers, only confusion,
and the shadows threaten to overwhelm,
may we hear your words:

‘Do this,
and remember me.’

Elaine Gisbourne

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