Psalm 32 — Songs of Deliverance

A singer with one hand raised, fingers spread. The other hand holds a microphone. Behind is a cloud of smoke spangled with bright spots of light. The top left corner of the smoke fades into black, the bottom left corner fades into bright blue, and the bottom right corner fades into red.
Photo by Austin Neill on Unsplash

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.

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