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–
and your lovely Child.
In his strong name we pray. Amen.