Mon, 04 Sep 2023
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Scattered! The warmth of my rest place,
Unearth my bed, place far away,
I am setup upside down low,
And placed in other rooms beneath,
Lord, a fellow like me needs help,
To calm my heart when moving,
To know Your peace, Your time, Your plans,
Will hold me close when I see short,
Too short indeed, upset too fast,
I cannot see Your plans but still,
I'll rest on thee unmoving hill.
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