I have found the music of worship to do this in the heart; I love it all, but something about certain beautiful forms of music accompanied by God-centric, poetic lyrics, causes the soul to refix and reorient.
By George Herbert
Sweetest of sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my bodie wound my minde,
You took me thence, and in your house of pleasure
A daintie lodging me assign’d.
Now I in you without a bodie move,
Rising and falling with your wings:
We both together sweetly live and love,
Yet say sometimes,God help poore Kings.
Comfort, I’le die; for if you poste from me,
Sure I shall do so,and much more:
But if I travell in your companie,
You know the way to heavens doore.