Kyrie Eleison

Kyrie, eleison.
Lord, have mercy.


Son of David, have mercy.

You did not despise Bartimaeus,
do not despise Barton.

You are the Christ, who is coming into the world.
You loved Mary and Martha,
returning their brother to them;
will you love Mindy, and return her to a family?

Lord, you have done all thing well.
You are the God who works in and through suffering.
You wound and you heal.
Please heal hearts and homes and the homeless.

Let your people, who are called by your name,
humble themselves and pray.
Call your sheep to your fold,
they know your voice,
they will come when you call.


    “Is not this the fast that I choose:
        to loose the bonds of wickedness,
        to undo the straps of the yoke,
    to let the oppressed go free,
        and to break every yoke?
    Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
        and bring the homeless poor into your house;
    when you see the naked, to cover him,
        and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
    Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
        and your healing shall spring up speedily;
    your righteousness shall go before you;
        the glory of the LORD shall be your rear guard.
    Then you shall call, and the LORD will answer;
        you shall cry, and he will say, ‘Here I am.’
    If you take away the yoke from your midst,
        the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
    if you pour yourself out for the hungry
        and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
    then shall your light rise in the darkness
        and your gloom be as the noonday.
    And the LORD will guide you continually
        and satisfy your desire in scorched places
        and make your bones strong;
    and you shall be like a watered garden,
        like a spring of water,
        whose waters do not fail."
Isa. 58:6-11