Psalm 31 "my own story" edit.

Woe devoured the eye, the soul and the belly.

Life and years in grievance and bitter wonder!

I worked at that grinding wheel of self-destruction until my endurance waned, and it ate at my foundations.

But I trusted in God, and God loved me.

 

My enemies reproved me among my neighbors, and my neighbors were afraid I would notice them avoiding me.

Dead, to some, and wished forgotten to others, my vessel was broken.

Slanderous and fearful counsel contrived designs of my destruction.

But I trusted in God, and God loved me.

 

When I called upon Him, my shame disappeared, and later I would witness touches of that long-relinquished shame among the proud and contemptuous.

God’s presence was a secret to the pride of man, but I was allowed into that Inner Citadel.

Because I trust in God, and God loves me. 

Mine's own variation of Psalm 31 tailored to some earlier things, or should I say, middle things, when salvation was only a nugget and I was yet to understand how to become saved in the Jesus Christ.