and a fisherman's boat

some days just don't go good. you're tired, your thoughts spin you 'round and round and you can't find peace and joy and anything good. you yearn for God's hand to comfort you but you're too far gone to see anything true.

and then you're driving home, sometime near dusk, looking out the window, watching the rolling hills and pictures in the sky and colours of the sunset, and... it all disappears. God took it all away; He heaved that miserable grumpiness, that tiredeness, that hopelessness...

and gave you freedom.