lost in the broken places of my life, dry places impoverished my soul, my spirit cried out. Hitting rock bottom, I found hope, I realized the lord is my strength, the stronghold of my life. He is the restorer of my spirit. He watered all the dry places within my soul. He leadeth me along still waters. refreshing my spirit, he causes me to lay down in green pastures. I am firmly established, I am secure, I am yet the clay inside the potter's hand.
