What a mess. Such a mess.


Find rest oh my soul in God alone
My hope it comes from him
He above all is loving and strong
A warrior as well as a friend
A rock for my feet
A roof for my head
A bulwark in life's desperate hours
My salvation and my honor depend on God
Then why is my soul
So downcast and anxious

I trust you at all times pour out my heart
Bearing my soul here before you, 'cause
You aren't like the ones I've trusted before when I've opened up
You're there all the more

Low borne men are but a breath
The high borne are but a lie
If placed on a scale before my God
They'd amount to a breath or a sigh
We worry about our position in life
So others will think we've arrived
But you love the peasant as much as the prince
The despised of men as much as the honored

I trust you at all times pour out my heart
Bearing my soul here before you, 'cause
You aren't like the ones I've trusted before when I've opened up
You're there all the more