In the quiet of the morning
God sits with me,
just as I am,
in all my brokenness.
He doesn't turn His face
from my grief
but sits in it with me
as I remember.
He doesn't laugh
as I wonder
"panic attack or heart attack?"
and look up the symptoms of each
for the third time this week.
In the quiet of the morning,
God sits with me,
just as I am,
in all my brokenness.
Whoever dwells in the shelter of the Most High
will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
~~ Psalm 91:1 ~~
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