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32:1  Count yourself lucky, how happy you must be— you get a fresh start, your slate’s wiped clean.
32:2  Count yourself lucky— God holds nothing against you and you’re holding nothing back from him.
32:3  When I kept it all inside, my bones turned to powder, my words became daylong groans.
32:4  The pressure never let up; all the juices of my life dried up.
32:5  Then 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.
32:6  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.
32:7  God’s my island hideaway, keeps danger far from the shore, throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.
32:8  Let me give you some good advice; I’m looking you in the eye and giving it to you straight:
32:9  “Don’t be ornery like a horse or mule that needs bit and bridle to stay on track.”
32:10  God-defiers are always in trouble; God-affirmers find themselves loved every time they turn around.
32:11  Celebrate God. Sing together—everyone! All you honest hearts, raise the roof!