Like a tempest, my heart tempers.
Tantrums in bantam fights,
my soul perishes into the nights.
David's harp is what keeps me sane.
Fain disdain, shackled together in chain,
My soul longs for God, it's all I got.
That glimmer of light deep within,
cover and shower me, clear the skies.
Thank you forever Jesus Christ
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