You surround us like the everlasting hills.

You build the storm-proof house on rock.

Sentries pace the ramparts of your love,

guardians with sharp eyes for trouble.

Even so, we wonder if we are safe.

We doubt you can be trusted

to shore up shaky lives.

Like careless feet on uneven ground,

hope slips out from under us,

and we lose heart.

O Rock of Ages,

take now the honest hands

we stretch to you in need.

Hoist us to your heart

and calm the frightened beating of our own.

Show us the deadbolts and the steel

that forever stand

between us and the soul’s despairing–

your Word,

your Promise,

and your lovely Child.

In his strong name we pray.  Amen.