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O God, I live alone like many in this city, this country.
I do my own work, I go in and out, I think my own thoughts.
I am friendly to those I know, but nobody knows me as you do,
and nobody anywhere is so close and so understanding.
Bless all those I know who live alone because of estrangement,
all who live alone for financial reasons.
Bless each small room I think of, each flat, each too large old house,
wherever one raises her voice to you in prayer at any time.
Bless especially, any one of us who has grown shy, selfish, or odd,
anyone who would like to change, but feels she can’t; anyone ill, or frail.
Some of us are young still and we enjoy freedom, we go out and we come in –
we visit and have visitors; we are happy to surround ourselves with beauty;
we enjoy our meals, and flowers and pretty things.
Single, married, divorced – young, middle-aged, old –
we are all your children, part of your great human family.
All the time, we need courage and reassurance
and your loving care and presence.
Keep us.
Rita Snowden, 1907-1999, New Zealand Methodist deaconess and author
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He reached down from heaven and rescued me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemies,
from those who hated me and were too strong for me.
They attacked me at a moment when I was in distress,
but the Lord supported me.
He led me to a place of safety;
he rescued me because he delights in me.
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