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.