Relief is to Wash

Here's to the lives spared, the hurt, the lost,

To the hands that will help without a pause.

To the nights without sleep for the mind full of grief.

May you all find relief.

Here's to the strength to stand and collect up the pieces.

Here there is hurt that slowly increases.

Let there be relief that never ceases.

Throughout the soul may it come,

Make you whole.

May you all find relief.

Amidst the ruble may you not despair.

Know that there is someone who cares.

May he bring you all relief.

For who wish they could do more there is a way to give them aide,

take your hands up to the sky or fold them together side by side.

Send out your prayers and early Thanksgiving Blessing.

Let your words Wash a ton of hurt from there souls.

May in your prayers we all find relief.

I know people who were affected by Sundays events and while I may not see them all too often I know they are in need

so since I can't be there know that have everyone in my prayers for the greatest help I can give is my words of love

wisdom and prayer.