Draw me a warm psalm
so I can slip
into it a worn out soul.
It’s been a long day of
propositional truths.
My backbone aches.
Can I just soak in
the spirit for a while?
Will the Lover of my soul
stir the water a bit?
I thought, therefore I was.
I feel, therefore I am
wrinkling wet.
Gerald the Writer 
Wonderful words for a weary soul like me.
Oh, how I love psalms. New ones, too.
oh…so cool you got a bit soaked by him…smiles..
Thanks for sharing, and God bless you.