Psalm 32:1-11

A David psalm

[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!



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