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.