Holding on to pride
Each part of my whole bleeds. My silence eats fully at my bones.
I shipwreck hope by stalling to confess. Guilt brutally destroys what I had left.
Alone I stand against a thousand ravenous warriors. My own escape evades me.
Ps 32:5
Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said "I will confess my transgressions to the Lord." And you forgave the guilt of my sin.
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