Thinking you have it all
Till it all falls apart
In a heap.
Scavenge the pieces
Take them to their Creator
So he can stitch his child back together
Lord my God, I called to you for help, and you healed me.
You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing your praises and not be silent.
Lord my God, I will praise you forever.