A Psalm

I will praise the Lord in my tribulation,
For He has already saved me.

Where is the one who would do me harm?
He attacks with fists and guns.

He tells falsehoods against my name;
Let him tell his lies to God.

My body is broken; my name suffers.
Still will I call upon the Lord.

I pass through the flame as gold,
And I become strong.

I struggle in the cocoon of a moth,
And I learn to fly.

The winds and waves crash upon the tree,
But it stands the test of time.

I will praise the Lord in my tribulation,
For a home with Him is mine.