Psalm 77:1The MessageI yell out to my God, I yell with all my might, I yell at the top of my lungs. He listens. See the chapter |
I’m determined to watch steps and tongue so they won’t land me in trouble. I decided to hold my tongue as long as Wicked is in the room. “Mum’s the word,” I said, and kept quiet. But the longer I kept silence The worse it got— my insides got hotter and hotter. My thoughts boiled over; I spilled my guts.