Woe devoured the eye, the soul and the belly.
Life and years in grievance and bitter wonder!
I worked at that grinding wheel of self-destruction until my
endurance waned, and it ate at my foundations.
But I trusted in God, and God loved me.
My enemies reproved me among my neighbors, and my neighbors
were afraid I would notice them avoiding me.
Dead, to some, and wished forgotten to others, my vessel was
broken.
Slanderous and fearful counsel contrived designs of my destruction.
But I trusted in God, and God loved me.
When I called upon Him, my shame disappeared, and later I
would witness touches of that long-relinquished shame among the proud and contemptuous.
God’s presence was a secret to the pride of man, but I was allowed into that Inner Citadel.
Because I trust in God, and God loves me.
Mine's own variation of Psalm 31 tailored to some earlier things, or should I say, middle things, when salvation was only a nugget and I was yet to understand how to become saved in the Jesus Christ.
