Blessed Light, turn your gaze on the ill. In your grace, ease their suffering. In your compassion, cure his ailment. In your benevolence, heal his aches.
Holy Light above, your servant turns to you in moment of weakness and time of need. I ask you to be with your servant in this hour of disease, where illness seeks to make this one’s heart go still May you lend your servant your gifts of healing, as you guide me to heal this disease May you their weakness into strength, ease their suffering, and cool their fever May they be filled with tenacity to recover the disease that afflicts them May you restore them to full health so that he may see another day and praise your glory.
Light, embrace this poor soul with your love Let your wisdom fill him and aid him, Purify the poison so they may be healthy once more
Light, You who lit the Darkness, You whom disperse all fears, Warden of the sick, protector of the weak, Hear me now, in this hour of need.
I am your instrument to do as you please, With my hands, I lead your will, With my eyes, I grant you sight, With my heart, I give you my soul.
Cleanse your child’s poison, Heal the damage in their body, Weave the magic of gold, And return to them to full health.
Heed me, As I undo, what should not have been done, As I heal, what should have remained whole As I cleanse, what pure was meant to be.
Some things should not be spelled Light grant me Dispel!
Blessed Light, turn your gaze on the ill. In your grace, ease their suffering. In your compassion, cure his ailment. In your benevolence, heal his aches.
Holy Light above, your servant turns to you in moment of weakness and time of need. I ask you to be with your servant in this hour of disease, where illness seeks to make this one’s heart go still May you lend your servant your gifts of healing, as you guide me to heal this disease May you their weakness into strength, ease their suffering, and cool their fever May they be filled with tenacity to recover the disease that afflicts them May you restore them to full health so that he may see another day and praise your glory.
Light, embrace this poor soul with your love Let your wisdom fill him and aid him, Purify the poison so they may be healthy once more
Light, You who lit the Darkness, You whom disperse all fears, Warden of the sick, protector of the weak, Hear me now, in this hour of need.
I am your instrument to do as you please, With my hands, I lead your will, With my eyes, I grant you sight, With my heart, I give you my soul.
Cleanse your child’s poison, Heal the damage in their body, Weave the magic of gold, And return to them to full health.
Heed me, As I undo, what should not have been done, As I heal, what should have remained whole As I cleanse, what pure was meant to be.
Some things should not be spelled Light grant me Dispel!
Tyleril Silversword 