Grant them peace, Most precious gift of all, Keep the worried world Far away and small. When they return May quiet fill their souls Dearest Lord, keep them safe Within its walls May the stone Be cool beneath their feet,
The canyon breezes Circle soft and sweet. When darkness falls The stars and opal moon Find them wrapped in each other, Ever warm.
May it be a refuge for their love, A harbor for their deepest prayer. May they come to flourish in the grove, Grow ever nearer to you there.
Many a burdened friend In their company rises. A heavy heart Is soon released to fly. May their table be blessed with laughter and with grace, And by the comfort of kinship Be surprised.
May the cold winds Blow far from their front door. May the winter rains Never bring them harm. May their hearth fires Burn throughout the night. Grant them sleep Until morning's perfect light.