Comfort, Who Art Thou?
Heart racing, mind searching for answers.
So stuck. On the brink of tears.
Yet He remains good.
The need to control, the need to know.
Holding my breath for certainty that won't come.
Yet He remains good.
He holds my future in His hands.
With hope and purpose in His plans.
And for that, He is good.
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