He lives to comfort me when faint.
He lives to hear my souls complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears.
He lives to wipe away my tears.
He lives to calm my troubled heart.
He lives all blessings to imparts.
(I read a quote somewhere, this one time, by someone I forgot, along the lines of, “If you’re climbing a mountain, leave a map for the next person.”
Or something. Something like that.
Ever the right brain dominant human, music has spoken to me as a map of sorts. Or anchor. Or life jacket. Stitches? Maybe parachute. Some sort of object you want in an “uh oh” situation.
Just wanted to leave these lyrics here in case they speak to you, too.)
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