Oh God, I'm afraid pain has penetrated my spirit and saturated my heart. Cast iron chains bind my wrists and and enslave me to this empty loneliness. Ouff! Another blow to the chest, a stab wound in my flesh. Nausea builds in my abdomen. I swallow in attempts to squelch my urge to vomit. With tears streaming down my face, I lift my head towards the heavens, "Papa! Where does my help coming from?" Fear builds inside my mind, how long will this hell endure? [Restore to me the joy of Your salvation and uphold me with a willing spirit. Psalm 51:12] [I have seen his [willful] ways, but I will heal him; I will lead him also and will recompense [repay] him and restore comfort to him and to those who mourn for him. Isaiah 57:18]
Psalm 121
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The LORD watches over you—
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
the LORD is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The LORD will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going
he will watch over your life;
the LORD will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
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