A jumble in my mind I say,
Words that can't be understood.
A thought that's gone astray,
Bring it back if I could.

I shuffle and ramble,
In my brain my thoughts array.
Lord, help me please....
Can't stand hurting this way!

And He speaks in that soft voice
Known only to his own.
Be still my child, know I am here;
You are not alone.

I hear the humble cry of desperation,
The fear within your mind,
Be still, know I am here,
Above all, be kind.

You are the vessel
In which I dwell.
Through your words,
Others read Heaven's mail.

So be thoughtful and kind,
Words that honor me, speak.
Above all, my Child,
Please be meek.

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