Psalm 141 — Broken Earth
A Ballad
Our bones are scattered by the grave,
Unearthed to turn the soil;
The crypt is furrowed, straight and true,
The cemetery’s spoiled.
My enemies have laid a snare
To catch me in a lie,
But You will not leave me exposed;
God, You are my ally.
I stand with You, You stand with me,
And they will not defeat.
O Love, rebuke me when I’m wrong
And let my words be sweet.
God, let them fall in their own traps,
And make them a disgrace;
But I will find refuge in You:
You are my hiding place.
Our bones are scattered by the grave,
Unearthed to turn the soil;
The crypt is furrowed, straight and true,
The cemetery’s spoiled.
Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a Canadian queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.
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