The happy trusting soul has vanished.
The believing spirit is a diminished entity.
The creative recluse wants to disappear.
The ”fill in the blank to everyone”, is rapidly dying of overuse.
When will I find peace and rest again?
When will I have space to breathe again?
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He is my healer; I shall not hurt.
He is my comforter; I shall not fret.
He is my shelter; I shall not be vulnerable.
He is my friend; I shall not be lonesome.
He is my hope; I shall not despair.
He is my peace; I shall not struggle.
The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall be blessed.
(find all you need in the Lord)
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