My soul is so deeply troubled.
I see precious people.
I see their pain.
I see their suffering.
It sticks to
My bones
My blood
My being
I’m an invisible Velcro strip
Among people with
Scotchguarded souls
Oh Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer, where can I go to have my Velcro Scotchguarded?
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