Thou great Lord of all mystery, if in the presence of death our thoughts are startled and our words flutter in all directions like frightened birds, bring us stillness that we may cover the sorrow of our hearts with folded hands. Give us grace to wait on thee, silently and with patience. Thou art nearer to us than
we know, nearer than we can think. If we cannot find thee it is because we search in far places. Before we felt the pain thou hadst suffered it; before the burden came upon us, thy strength had lifted it; before the sorrow darkened our hearts, thou wert grieved. Thou who dost walk in the valley of every shadow, be thou our Good Shepherd and sustain us while we walk with thee, lest in weakness we falter. Though the pain deepens, keep us in thy way and guide us past every danger. Amen.
Samuel H. Miller
Prayer For Daily Use
Harper Brothers Publisher, 1957