The name of the Lord is a strong tower. The righteous run to it and are safe
Running slows down my pace
“Hallowed be thy name”, my heart calls out. I dance and shout in praise seeking the Lord’s face. In response, the heavens shower the blessings of the Lord
With arms stretched wide, I continue to praise.
I’m still running to the tower, I taste the smell of my weariness as running slows down my pace.

But the Bible says Elijah outran the chariots of Ahab to Jezreel.
Even logically, when you run, you arrive at a place faster.

It is the red sea of doubt that breaks you.

I think about it, this mad joke of a brain is playing tricks on me.

The brain makes things happen to you when you are deserving. The four poles of the world meet on my head. The world is a triangle, so the three ends meet in my head.
Hallowed be your name Lord.

Estoy bien. je vais très bien
The sweet brain of mine keeps playing a trick on me