O Lord, my Rock…
I cry out to You because I have nowhere else to turn.
Don’t be silent. Don’t shut me out.
If You stop speaking, if You turn away—
I might as well be buried with the godless,
with those who drift into the shadows of the pit.
I lift my hands toward Your holy dwelling,
and I beg You—hear me.
Hear the voice of a heart stretched thin with need.
Don’t let me be counted among the wicked,
the ones who smile with their lips but scheme with their hearts.
They speak peace to their neighbors,
but inside they are full of knives.
Give them what they’ve earned.
Not out of hatred, Lord—
but because justice must mean something.
Give them the fruit of their own hands.
Let them taste what they’ve planted.
They’ve mocked Your power,
ignored Your handiwork,
as if You weren’t the One who breathes stars into being.
They tear down,
so tear down their plans.
Don’t build them up—because they never built with You in mind.
But as for me…
I will bless You, Lord.
Because I know You’ve heard me.
I called, and You listened.
You didn’t leave me in silence.
You are my strength.
My shield.
You are the reason I can keep going.
My heart trusted You—and You came through.
That’s why my heart sings.
That’s why I will praise You with every note I can find.
You are not just my strength.
You are the strength of Your people.
The saving refuge of the ones You have called.
So, Lord…
Save them.
Bless them.
Carry them—
Lift them up forever.
Amen.
psalm 28