Psalm 59 — You are My Strength
An Iambic Hexameter Poem
Their words are flaming darts and swords are in their lips;
They lie in wait to take my life for who I am;
They set a trap and watch and hope that I would slip;
And through no fault of mine they deem me damned.
They sniff around like vampires; they thirst for blood;
They say, “Who hears?” for they think God is on their side;
They come against me as a storm, a sudden flood;
They hold the gate, and I am kept outside.
But You, oh Lord, will mock their pious filthy rags;
They claim morality but curse and lie and cheat;
Their hearts are empty pits; their words are all red flags;
The poor, the weak, the diff’rent, they mistreat.
But I will sing, oh Lord, of Your mercy and grace,
For You have been my refuge; You are my defense;
You save me from the traps they set for my disgrace;
You are my Strength, and Your Love is immense.
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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