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I'm broken, bound, & bleeding I have many hurts My insecure nature knows no end If it was up up to me, I know where I'd be Smashed and scarred, dead in my own sin From the grave He saved me, stood me on my feet Rationale is His, not mine, to reason How He plays His hand, I can't understand He's my King, repent from trying treason I still pick it up, often make mistakes I don't know the way that this all ends I know from my life, when I lay down strife Peace prevails as His Spirit sends Spirit sending Peace, opposite of strife He redeems, He destroys the dross My only task at hand, my mind can't understand Lay it all down again at foot of cross. Psalms 55:22 22 Cast your burden on the LORD, and he will sustain you; he will never permit the righteous to be moved. Matthew 11:28-30 28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, an...