May the Lord hear you

And answer with strong wings

Beating on gale winds.

May your help come 

Even before the need is raised—

Swift as hunting hawks, fleet as falcons .

May he send you every help you ask,

Bigger than heart hoped, dream guessed, 

Or mind ever tried.

Then we will watch you and sing

Glad, great-hearted songs.

Then we will see that our God

Knows how to save.

We’ll know the silent sky

Can speak, and holy heaven 

Ring like struck bells.

Some laugh at our long odds

And hope in what their hands can touch,

But we brim and run over

Even when we raise

Empty hands the highest.

Lord, we rise and wait at hopefall

For the sound of hushed wings.

Hear us.