My moon is waning
My strength is fading
For once, I will not fight it
My patience is thinning
My light is dimming
My fire has turned into embers
He set the times and seasons
He set my month into rhythms
With tides that rise and tides that fall
He makes me lie down in green pastures
He leads me beside still waters
He restores my soul
He made us, not we ourselves
We are creatures, not machines
And we must rest before we run
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
My moon is waning
My strength is fading
For once, I will not fight it
My patience is thinning
My light is dimming
My fire has turned into embers
He set the times and seasons
He set my month into rhythms
With tides that rise and tides that fall
He makes me lie down in green pastures
He leads me beside still waters
He restores my soul
He made us, not we ourselves
We are creatures, not machines
And we must rest before we run
