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…

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