Lament of the Afflicted with Covid

 “Hear my prayer, Lord; let my cry for help come to you. Do not hide your face from me when I am in distress. Turn your ear to me; when I call, answer me quickly. For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers. My heart is blighted and withered like grass; I forget to eat my food. In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones. I am like a desert owl, like an owl among the ruins. I lie awake; I have become like a bird alone on a roof. All day long my enemies taunt me; those who rail against me use my name as a curse. For I eat ashes as my food and mingle my drink with tears because of your great wrath, for you have taken me up and thrown me aside. My days are like the evening shadow; I wither away like grass.”

‭‭Psalms‬ ‭102:1-11‬ ‭NIV‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/111/psa.102.1-11.NIV

I can only imagine, Lord that those afflicted with Covid and in the throes of death are filled with inconsolable lamentations.  I pray oh God in the midst of this great suffering that they find rest and peace in you.  If their health deteriorates and takes on the mask of impending doom, restore and strengthen their spiritual resolve to leave everything to you.  Your will be done, oh Lord even when the pain is unbearable just as surely how Jesus must have felt on the cross in Calvary.  

Let human suffering be consoled by your great mercy and love.  Let the outpouring of your grace soothe and balm the open wounds of hurt, disappointments, past mistakes, missed opportunities, and unresolved issues at life's end; melt and banish the moaning grief with the wellspring of your generosity.  Open your arms and receive the tumult that springs from restless, grieving souls and pour your forgiveness for hearts seeking to unite with you in their sorrow.