Excellent A poem about anxiety. Breathe In #66 by Brent & Sami

A vine of ivy climbs my ribs I breathe in, but my lungs are thick My stomach is a muddle My heart, a tight fist. Father, unwind the worry From my body and soul. Clear my lungs to breathe And my heart to pound Be near me, Oh Lord, And save me from myself. Isaiah 40:31: "But those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint."

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