I know God is with me.
He will never leave me or forsake me.
His compassions never fail; they are new every morning.
He has numbered the hairs on my head
And kept all of my tears In a jar.
His name is a strong tower,
And He upholds me With His righteous right hand.
I know all of this. I believe all of this.
But sometimes – like now –
When lying alone,
In shades of pain both physical and mental,
That God had skin on.