I wrote my first Spoken Word poem today.
Some would say, “I wish he would crush me.
I wish he would reach out his hand and kill me…
But in my distress I cried out to the Lord;
yes, I prayed to my God for help.
He heard me…my cry to him reached his ears…
He reached down from heaven and rescued me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
For he will conceal me there when troubles come;
he will hide me in his sanctuary.
He will place me out of reach on a high rock…