I'm strangely dispirited today. Easy to anger. Usually when I get like this a good run with Switchfoot or Casting Crowns blaring in my ears does me well. agh. I went for a walk. Still disheartened. It looks like it's going to rain. Do you ever know that something is on your mind but you can't pin point the middle of the tangle? There's a knot but you can't find the two opposite strings to begin breaking down all the little loops and circles. It's a restless kind of feeling. One you want to shove off the end of a cliff into the oblivion of not caring. Ugh. Frustrating.
But I am still clay
If I could but touch His robe
A handful of hem
If I could walk across this water
And turn mustard seed into mountain
Oh bring me to Your table
Respond to my reaching
Be the brave in my beating heart
And untangle what lies there in
Oh Lord I know
I know
I am still clay
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