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 youand 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 burstswe’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 eyeand giving it to you straight:
9 “Don’t be ornery like a horse or mulethat needs bit and bridleto stay on track.”
10 God-defiers are always in trouble;God-affirmers find themselves lovedevery time they turn around.
11 Celebrate God.Sing together—everyone!All you honest hearts, raise the roof!