Oh my heart sings songs my mind knows not
Too caught up in its web of anxieties
And my soul sings slightly off key
These are the days when heaviness sits
in a storm of protest
clouding my chest
It is not well but You remind me
Of a glory so bold it flooded the earth
So I'll sing and I'll rest
And I'll call Your work good
Even when it doesn't seem to be
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