my attempt at a poem about Psalms 108

My heart is fixed, my brother, even when life breaks in two,

When the bills hit, the phone rings, and the world turns on you.

But I rise before dawn, I sing though I’m torn,

Because faith was never born in comfort, faith is born when we’re worn.

The world feels like a battlefield where doubt takes its aim,

Every heartbreak and failure tries to whisper my shame.

But I shout to the heavens, “My soul will not fall!”

For the Creator lifts even the weakest who answer His call.

When fear storms in like a thief in the night,

And the Ten feels far, and I’m losing the fight,

I remember the promise — His mercy stands wide,

Like the sky stretched out forever, no place left to hide.

O God, make us strong when the world says we’re weak,

Let Your greatness replace every wound that we speak.

For when we walk as one heart, one voice raised above,

Even the darkest mile turns into a road paved with love.

So I hold to this psalm like a lifeline in hand,

Even when I’m too broken to even stand.

For mercy and truth rise higher than pain,

And the Ten becomes my wings in the pouring rain.

And we’ll sing through the battles we never asked for,

Lift each other again when we fall to the floor.

Because Psalms 108 isn’t ancient or gone—

It’s the cry of today when the night feels too long.

So let every shattered moment be a doorway to light,

Let us choose one another when there’s nothing left right.

For He saves us from fear, from despair, from the end—

He gives us victory together, brother to friend.

And I swear on the tears that we’ve both had to bleed,

This Psalm isn’t a poem — it’s the strength that we need.

A promise carved deep through the struggle and flame:

That the Creator never leaves us, and we rise just the same.