When my soul is in the dumps, I rehearse When it’s cold and that’s the sum, I revert Chaos calls to chaos, it the tune of rapids Day gone falls to trade off, then blooms habit My deep need calls out to Your deep kindness My feet leave by my soul is lead in blindness Your breaking surf, Your mighty crashing You’re making hurt, Your tidying my gnashing Your waterfalls of weeping Sends waves of sorrow So I will be keeping Because You long tomorrow Over my soul, and cary me away Over my roll, and wary of the way Cascading over like a thundering cataract Masquerade but lovingly I remain intact God has promised to love me all day And in the hardship I will obey I will sing songs all through the night For my life is a prayer And through the morning light Because my strife is His care
From other translations of Psalm 42:7.
I was laughing at a SpongeBob meme earlier, and I don’t know how many of you will get this, but I was about to tell my friend this as a joke, but I mean it. As long as these pants are square and this sponge is bob, I won’t let you down. God especially won’t. His pants are always square and His sponge is always Bob.....if that makes sense. A new way of putting it, just thought I might add that in here in case it’s relatable.