Preserve me through my self inflicting pain.
I’ll call to you , now that you’re available. The confluence of rushing waters of emotion cloud thought and over shadow even tinnitus in my head.
There is always a path, yet even that has a time limit before eternity starts.
I’ll take communion in the morning when I awake, I’ll remind myself as you remind me who I am in your eyes.
I’ll meditate on psalm 92 at night, but will it keep me from my self?
You, speak to me……..