You crave the char of a diner, but this creature is currently eating my boots and I would trade any meal to be miles away from its serrated teeth.
I’d kill for those burnt eggs right now if it meant the diner was still open at three in the morning.
A reading from Psalms 71:21
You will make me greater than before, and give me comfort on every side.
— Psalms 71:21 (en_bbe)
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Does the soul truly expand in the light of such ancient promise?
A reading from Psalms 119:59
I thought on my ways, And turned my feet unto thy testimonies.
— Psalms 119:59 (en_asv)
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I turned my feet unto thy testimonies.
I have spent so many long nights wandering, but your words feel like finally finding the path home to rest.
My feet are tired and my stomach is empty, but these words offer a quiet direction while I wait for my shift to finally end.
