Restless

You take my boast away,
You who formed me in the womb,
with humility that I did not find
on my own.

Infirmities set me down,
right next to You, Faithful One,
so my complaints are muffled
in Your shoulder.

When arrows aim at me,
You remind me that I’m armored.
I need only recognize Your grace
to sleep again.

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