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## 59:16
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> My High Tower in Distress
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>> But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your lovingkindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.
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Occasion: Trouble that follows you home
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Lord, I tried to shut the door,
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but it followed me in anyway ---
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the talk from the day still spinning in my head,
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the face I cannot stop seeing,
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the tightness still lodged in my chest.
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I wanted to set this down.
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I wanted home to feel like a sanctuary.
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But my body is still braced,
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and my mind keeps returning
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to what I wish had never happened.
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Do not let this trouble take the whole house.
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Meet me here,
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where shoes are kicked off,
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where the lights are low,
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where I had hoped to be left in peace.
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If it follows me from room to room,
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it will eat the meal,
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haunt my chair,
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lie in my bed.
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I do not have the strength
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to keep pushing it back alone.
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I am tired of carrying the day
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long after the day is done.
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Be my refuge at home,
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not only out there where the insult first landed.
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Raise Your tower in my home.
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Give me enough quiet to breathe,
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enough shelter for this night.
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It came in with me.
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Stay here with me, now.
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Amen.
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