Psalm 23: 2-3

My thoughts are all a tangle, Lord,

There’s much I need to do;

So many things I should have said,

So much to still get through.

I keep believing there are truths

Tangled in these weeds,

Yet all I seem to find here are

Old dreams and wasted deeds.

And as I struggle with my thoughts

The weeds more thickly grow.

I’m scared that I’ll get lost in here,

I won’t know where to go.

Oh, call to me that I may know

Which way will lead me out,

For I am lost in tangled thoughts

And mired in my doubt.

I know that sunlight waits for me,

And fertile gardens grow,

Somewhere outside these tangled thoughts,

Where quiet waters flow.

Psalm 23: 2-3

He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters,
He refreshes my soul.  He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.