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21/06/2025 4:22am

The stillness of the night suffocates.
The silence deafening.
The turmoil of the mind paralyzes.
Fear and anguish rule.
The darkness, an endless void.

Yet in the center of the maelstrom,
There is a calmness.

I am secure.
The Lord my God is in the center.

I am held by the same nail scarred hands.
The hand that made me.
The hand that lead me.
The hand that saved me.

And the hand that will never let me go.
For I am His. Forever.