how come every time i need to sit down and focus on something my mind can only go to big picture grand schemes of what's next, and every time i really want to plan what's next my mind gets tangled on all the details
the hands that hold the heavens, are the hands that hold me
though my life is but a breath here, you give me the air to breathe
i stand in silence, i bow in fear
of the God who's far beyond me
and the God right here
-- caroline cobb, "far beyond me"
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