Lost in the depths of night, my thoughts circle in the quiet war of the mind. A heavy weight presses down invisible to every eye, yet raging within like a storm. My heart races. Breath shortens. I look to my Saviour and ask Him to carry the burden. You formed me in my mother’s womb. You number the hairs on my head. Yet I wander like a lost sheep through the narrow tomb of my thoughts. Find me. Lead me, my Good and Faithful Shepherd. Let even these cries become worship. For Yo

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