A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.
You’re having a laugh, right, God?
“He will not let your foot slip”
You do remember last night –
When I stumbled headlong into the gym desk?
And last week, when I dominoed into the bus queue,
racing for the bus You sent thirty seconds ahead of me?
You remember me landing flat on my face in flip-flops?
Rolling down the stairs at the rail station,
my friend’s house, my house,
Head over neck, over heels?
Have you forgotten my childhood?
Erased the grazed knees,
Wounded elbows, cut forehead –
Was it funny to see me fail on roller skates?
I’m not supposed to take it literally?
Tell me about the lows of depression
I’ve slipped into again and again.
Hiding under the bedcovers,
Crying myself to sleep –
Tears upon tears upon tears
Unbearable, unrelenting pain.
Where are You then?
Up on your mountain?.
While I fall again, and again, and again.
God, You do let my foot slip –
What do you mean?
Where are You when I fall?