7-29 Psalm 32 Reprise

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.