They are coming from afar-from north and west and Sinim. Shout, heavens! Rejoice, earth! Break into shouting, hills! For the Lord has comforted his people, He is taking back his afflicted ones in love.

I love your gathering Lord. The joy of creation resounds in me! Your kindness and your love, being so readily available, even to those who in their affliction went their own way. Your comfort has made me safe. Your love is my hope.

Zion said you had forsaken her. Forgotten her.

Surely that was what you endured when you cried out from the cross to your dad. Surely you bore it on yourself so that you could be the one who sees every nuance of our heart.

Can a woman forget her baby? Disown the child of her womb? Though she might forget, you will never forget. You have engraved me on the palm of your hand. My walls are ever before you.

You only bring up the pain to apply the comfort, my Lord. I let go of the pain and there you are with my name on your hand again. You are so intimately familiar with all of my ways. You know the foundation of my thought and beliefs and foundations. You know the emotional structure of my heart. You know the fight or flight of my gut. You know how much of heaven’s truth I remember. You know the portal of my heart. You know the sockets of my joints, and the light of my bones. You are altogether trustworthy in your leadership of me. I bow. I rest.