Psalm 56 — My Tears in Your Bottle
An English Sonnet
They twist my words to prove my fault and sin
For they believe that I am wholly bad.
They hide and mark my steps to cast me down
And, if I stumble, they are surely glad.
But You are there to number every step,
You keep my tears and store them in Your vial
And, when I would have died, my soul you kept.
In You I put my trust through every trial;
Throughout the night I will not give up hope
For I know God is with me, on my side,
And when I trip and they begin to gloat,
You pick me up and take me as Your Bride.
You clothe me in a rainbow dress so bright,
And I will ever walk within Your light.
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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