Psalm 32 — Songs of Deliverance

A Kyrielle

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My silence made my bones grow old;
My strength has withered as in drought;
If I don’t speak, the rocks cry out
To sing of Your deliverance.

With You beside me I am bold,
Confessing all my wrongs to You
Because I know You’ll bring me through
To sing of Your deliverance.

When I was drowning, lost and cold,
Believing I deserved defeat,
You told me I was good, complete.
I sang of Your deliverance.

And now I wear a crown of gold,
A dress of rainbows shining bright;
To rule with You is my birthright,
And sing of Your deliverance.

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Esther learned to read when she was four years old, and began writing shortly thereafter. She is a queer Christian poet, crafting with words to create art and music.

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