Holy and Merciful God,
You cradle the mountains
And hold the mighty waters in the hollow of your hand.
You carry the weak in your bosom
And tend each leaf and living thing.

I place myself into your keeping,
My body, my soul, and all that I am,
For you are my help, you are my hope,
You are my highest praise.

Write my name on your palm,
Hold me near your side,
For by your wounds I am healed,
And in your hands, I am home.
Where all will be well.
All will be well in You.

From: Turn My Heart: A Sacred Journey from Brokenness to Healing. Susan Briehl, Marty Haugen, p. 29. GIA Publications, 2003.