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Psalm 3

Merciful One,
my thoughts are my foes
they rise up and cloud my mind;
they taunt me, saying,

“Godde doesn't care about you.”

But I know,

somewhere in the heart of me, I know
that you are my protection, you are my glory –
my hidden self communes with you.

I call out to you, O Creator,
you answer me from your sacred dwelling.
I lie down and sleep; I wake again

because you preserve me.
Though I am overcome
by a thousand anxious thoughts,
I will not fear.

You rise up within me,
Gracious One you deliver me,

scattering oppressive thoughts
breaking the power of doubt.

From you, my Godde,
comes deliverance

May you always bless
your people with your presence.