Psalms

¹ Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be— you get a fresh start, your slate's wiped clean.

² God holds nothing against you and you're holding nothing back from him.

³ my bones turned to powder, my words became daylong groans.

⁴ all the juices of my life dried up.

⁵ I said, "I'll make a clean breast of my failures to God." Suddenly the pressure was gone— my guilt dissolved, my sin disappeared.

⁶ when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts we'll be on high ground, untouched.

⁷ keeps danger far from the shore, throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.

⁸ I'm looking you in the eye and giving it to you straight:

⁹ that needs bit and bridle to stay on track."

¹⁰ God-affirmers find themselves loved every time they turn around.

¹¹ Sing together—everyone! All you honest hearts, raise the roof!