The parts in italic are taken from Psalm 107.
God...
And the hits just keep coming.
And my mind just keeps on flooding.
And some days the fog just won't seem to lift.
He satisfies the longing soul,
and the hungry he feeds with good things.
And my heart seems to wander.
And my mind has its own agenda.
And the tension from a façade of control threatens to win.
He sent out his word and healed them,
and delivered them from their destruction.
Still I come to you,
come to you with every lost, fragmented portion of my soul.
come to you with every doubtful way in me.
Then they were glad the waters were quiet,
and he brought them to their desired haven.
Rest.
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