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

2Count yourself lucky—
God holds nothing against you
and you’re holding nothing back from him.

3When I kept it all inside,
my bones turned to powder,
my words became daylong groans.

4The pressure never let up;
all the juices of my life dried up.

5Then I let it all out;
I said, “I’ll come clean about my failures to God.”

Suddenly the pressure was gone—
my guilt dissolved,
my sin disappeared.

6These 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.

8Let 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.”

10God-defiers are always in trouble;
God-affirmers find themselves loved
every time they turn around.

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