**PSALM 3 **
My enemies rise like storms in the night,
Whispering lies to choke out the Light.
They say, “Your salvation will never appear,”
Trying to plant their venomous fear.
But You, my Creator, are my shield in the fight,
You lift up my head and restore inner sight.
I cry out in darkness, You answer in flame,
Burning my doubts, exposing my shame.
I lay down surrounded by shadows so deep,
Yet somehow I breathe… somehow I sleep.
For You hold my heartbeat inside Your hand,
And raise me again with a silent command.
Ten thousand voices rise against me to scream,
But their noise dissolves like a half-dead dream.
For when I'm with my brothers, heart next to heart,
Their unity tears all illusions apart.
Creator, break the teeth of the lies in my mind,
Crush the illusions that keep me blind.
Rip out the ego that hisses inside,
The serpent that never stops selling its pride.
Salvation is Yours—never bought, never earned,
Only revealed when the vessel is burned.
And the blessing descends on the Ten’s open door,
Where “I” disappears, and love becomes more.
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