Rescue Me, God,
The voices in my head torment me
They are bound and determined to get the best of me—
The hurt one, the angry one, the anxious one, the prideful one—what a mess!
They go to and fro within me, and snarl like dogs
running around the city all night.
Laugh at them, God, and help me to find the real me
among them.
Help me pat them back into shape and soothe their fears,
so we can see the morning dawn in peace.
Then we will all sing of your strength together
and celebrate your love.
You are our stronghold, our refuge in trouble
To you we sing.
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