[1] Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be
you get a fresh start,
your slate's wiped clean.
[2] Count yourself lucky
God holds nothing against you
and you're holding nothing back from him.
[3] When I kept it all inside,
my bones turned to powder,
my words became daylong groans.
[4] The pressure never let up;
all the juices of my life dried up.
[5] Then I let it all out;
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] These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray;
when all hell breaks loose and the dam bursts
we'll be on high ground, untouched.
[7] God's my island hideaway,
keeps danger far from the shore,
throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.
[8] Let me give you some good advice;
I'm looking you in the eye
and giving it to you straight:
[9] "Don't be ornery like a horse or mule
that needs bit and bridle
to stay on track."
[10] God-defiers are always in trouble;
God-affirmers find themselves loved
every time they turn around.
[11] Celebrate God.
Sing together everyone!
All you honest hearts, raise the roof!