Psalm 32 Reprise
You sit beside the heavenly throne.
For you, all thoughts and secrets are known.
Dark shapes hover, then flit through mind;
You know the whims and faults I’m inclined.
I simply need to face and confess
What I neglect or when I transgress.
I thank you, Lord, how you scrub my soul.
You take my scraps and secure them whole.
You guide and teach me the way to go;
Grant me the sense to discern and know.
Lord, fit me with a bit and bridle,
So I’ll tail you and not some idol.