Read the Bible

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!