I am tired and my heart
wants to feel awake again,
to feel—joy, hope, expectancy,
overwhelming gratefulness—
the lighter ways of the soul
that have been overshadowed
by dread and fear and
the daily struggle of holding
to faith.
You know, my God, my Helper,
Strong Tower.
No good thing will You withhold
from those who do what is right,
who reach for You.
Valleys will be filled,
healing rains will fall;
You will fill me to feel yet again,
Your goodness with me in the
land of the living.
I believe.
Help my unbelief.
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