Be still, they say.
When everything is falling apart, that’s how you know God is about to do a thing, they say.
I’m sick of what they say. What about what I say? Do you hear all the things that I say to you? All that I tell you? All that I confide in you?
When I come to you, I come naked. I hold nothing back from you because there’s no point in that. I fe…
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