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dougeblen May 13 2006, 19:43:05 UTC
Psalm 30

I give you all the credit, God-

you got me out of that mess,

you didn't let my foes gloat.

2 God, my God, I yelled for help

and you put me together.

3 God, you pulled me out of the grave,

gave me another chance at life

when I was down-and-out.

4 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!

Thank him to his face!

5 He gets angry once in a while, but across

a lifetime there is only love.

The nights of crying your eyes out

give way to days of laughter.

6 When things were going great

I crowed, "I've got it made.

7 I'm God's favorite.

He made me king of the mountain."

Then you looked the other way

and I fell to pieces.

8 I called out to you, God;

I laid my case before you:

9 "Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead?

auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?

When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs

and stories of you won't sell.

10 So listen! and be kind!

Help me out of this!"

11 You did it: you changed wild lament

into whirling dance;

You ripped off my black mourning band

and decked me with wildflowers.

12 I'm about to burst with song;

I can't keep quiet about you.

God, my God,

I can't thank you enough.

Psalms 30:1-12 (MSG)

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