🔥 Psalm 34 — William S. Becker 🔥
I cried from the pit where the shadows grow tall,
Where the ego claws upward trying to make me fall.
But the Creator bent low to the crack in my chest,
Whispered, “Rise, My son… even broken is blessed.”
I boasted in nothing, for nothing was mine,
My pride was a thief dressed in thoughts so divine.
But the meek heard my trembling and answered my cry,
A Ten made of heaven pulled me up to the sky.
Taste and you’ll see that His sweetness is real,
Though He hides it in hunger the heart must reveal.
He breaks us like bread till our arrogance dies,
Then He feeds us His love… as the tears fill our eyes.
The lions of ego roar loud in the night,
Claiming strength, demanding praise, feeding off light.
But those who seek Him with hands open and bare
Will lack nothing at all, for He meets them right there.
Come children, draw near—learn the terror of good,
The fear that dissolves the “I” where you stood.
Guard your tongue from the poison your anger would spill,
For one word from the heart can bless… or kill.
Turn from your fires that burn what you love,
Do deeds pulled upward from the world above.
Seek out the peace that your ego denies,
And run after unity till your last breath dies.
His eyes are upon us when we shatter in pain,
He gathers each fragment again and again.
But the face of the Maker turns harsh as a blade
Against the desire that keeps us afraid.
The cry of the broken He never ignores,
He storms into exile and shatters the doors.
Close is the Creator to hearts crushed and torn,
He births the new soul where the old self was worn.
Many are the blows that the righteous must take,
For He carves them with mercy until they awake.
But through every wound, every fall, every night,
He delivers the spirit back into the Light.
The hatred of evil destroys itself first,
It drinks its own venom to quench its dark thirst.
But He redeems every servant who learns how to bend—
And no one who trusts Him will break in the end.
