Things are too tense, O God.
So stressful, O God!
I want to escape.
Sprint.
Flee.
I long to fly to a distant desert, some remote refuge.
So, I will fly to you.
I will cast my cares on you.
And there they will remain.
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Things are too tense, O God.
So stressful, O God!
I want to escape.
Sprint.
Flee.
I long to fly to a distant desert, some remote refuge.
So, I will fly to you.
I will cast my cares on you.
And there they will remain.
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