Like a willow tree taking in a wounded sparrow,
we found shelter under their aging boughs
Praise them for they rescued us from a shattered ocean,
on their boat of fortitude we found calm
Celebrate their tender souls and burdened hearts
a past of sorrow and little song
They offered an umbrella from His tears
and a blanket from the bitter cold
We remember them when we see the sanguine sun,
and thank them for their warmth
When hardship's wind battles us bodily,
we thank them for their strength
When twilight's darkness fills our empty spaces,
we thank them for their light
When we feel the breath of a baby born,
we thank them for this life
Praise be their names