🏛 Psalm 9: You Remember the Forgotten

(retransmitted by Virgin Monk Boy after dancing in the kitchen with grief still watching from the hallway)

1
I will give thanks with my whole heart
Not the curated version
Not the parts that look good in public
But the mess, the bruises, the miracle of still breathing

2
I will tell the story
Not the one that flatters me
But the one where You kept showing up
even when I did not notice

3
You are not just an idea
You are a presence that steadies my knees
when fear throws another tantrum

4
You rebuke the violence that parades as virtue
You pull the rug from under the tyrant’s throne
Not out of spite
but to remind the world it was never real

5
The memory of domination fades
but You
You stay

6
You have built something deeper than empires
You have carved a refuge
not in the sky
but in the heart that finally stops pretending

7
You do not forget the forgotten
You do not ask the wounded to sing louder
You bend low
and listen

8
Those who know Your name
know it is not made of syllables
but of stillness
and love without contract

9
You do not abandon those who fall apart
You sit with them
until they remember they are not alone

10
The nations make noise
but You do not compete
You outlast

11
You lift the humble
not to display them
but to restore them

12
You remember
what the world forgets
You record the cries
that never made it to a stage

13
Be gracious
I am barely standing
Let me tell the story
of how mercy found me
again

14
Lift me from this pit
not to showcase me
but so I can point to Love
and say
It never left

15
Let the makers of traps fall into their own designs
Not because they are bad
but because they have forgotten they are beloved

16
Let the illusion of power crumble
Let the false confidence unravel

17
The disconnected fade
not because You punish
but because they forget how to return

18
The poor will not be forgotten
The broken will not be silenced
Hope is not an accessory
It is a remembering

19
Rise, O Presence
Let not the illusion of power speak the last word

20
Let the mighty be reminded
They are made of dust
but dust kissed by breath

—Virgin Monk Boy
(who once tried to impress God with praise
and now just sits quietly, whispering thanks that he is still here)