In All My Prayers

In All My Prayers

Let my own trials make wide my heart.
Till I, like Job,
May come to hold in all my prayers
The suff-‘ring of the world.
May come to hold in all my prayers
The suff-‘ring of the world.


Words and music by Bret Hesla.
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From the insights of Ralph Baumgartner, a member of our congregation. Last spring, on a Wednesday evening during Lent, Ralph did a short reflection about the transformation that Job went through. As time went by, Job became more and more  concerned for the wider sufferings of the oppressed all around him, not just his own woes.

Performance: I’m thinking you can use this refrain with readings: alternate back and forth between singing once through, then humming once through while someone reads a short something aloud.

The recording here is a very rough demo of the song itself, and includes some lyric from an earlier draft. Sorry about that.

:
From the city the dying groan,
and the throat of the wounded cries for help;
yet God pays no attention to their prayer.
Job 24:12
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