Will it ever stop.
This thing, that thing, those words, that look--
Pack them in a tattered box.
"Why, when, how, what motivates their actions,"
Analyze this world to paralysis.
How I need His truth to pierce--
Every thought to bow in submission.
Breathe deep, inhale, take in His words,
They are peace to our unrest.
In You alone my mind slows down;
In You alone I sit.
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