I'm thanking you, God, from a full heart,
I'm writing the book on your wonders.
I'm whistling, laughing, and jumping for joy;
I'm singing your song, High God.
God's a safe-house for the battered,
a sanctuary during bad times.
The moment you arrive, you relax:
you're never sorry you knocked.
Be kind to me, God;
I've been kicked around long enough.
Once you've pulled me back
from the gates of death,
I'll write the book on Hallelujahs;
on the corner of Main and First
I'll hold a street meeting;
I'll be the song leader; we'll fill the air
with salvation songs.
I yell out to God, I yell with all my might,
I yell at the top of my lungs. [God] listens.
I found myself in trouble and went looking for my Lord;
my life was an open wound that wouldn't heal.
When friends said, "Everything will turn out all right,"
I didn't believe a word they said.
I remember God -- and shake my head.
I bow my head -- then wring my hands.
I'm awake all night -- not a wink of sleep;
I can't even say what's bothering me.
I go over the days one by one,
I ponder the years gone by.
I strum my lute all through the night,
wondering how to get my life together.
Will the Lord walk off and leave us for good?
Will [God] never smile again?
Is [God's] love worn threadbare?
Has [the Lord's] salvation promise burned out?
Has God forgotten his manners?
Has [the Lord] angrily stalked off and left us?
"Just my luck," I said. "The High God goes out of business
just the moment I need him."
Once again I'll go over what God has done,
lay out on the table the ancient wonders,
I'll ponder all the things you've accomplished,
and give a long, loving look at your acts.
Oh God! Your way is holy!
No god is great like God!
You're the God who makes things happen;
you showed everyone what you can do--
You pulled your people out of the worst kind of trouble,
rescued the children of Jacob and Joseph.
Awed by God
Bravo, God, bravo!
Gods and all angels shout, "Encore!"
In awe before the glory,
in awe before God's visible power.
Stand at attention!
Dress your best to honor him!
God's thunder spits fire.
God thunders, the wilderness quakes;
[God] makes the desert of Kadesh shake.
God's thunder set the oak trees dancing
A wild dance, whirling;
the pelting rain strips their branches.
We fall to our knees -- we call out, "Glory!"
God! Please hurry to my rescue!
Yahweh, come quickly to my side!
Those who are out to get me --
let them fall all over themselves.
Those who relish my downfall --
send them down a blind alley.
Give them a taste of their own medicine,
those gossips off clucking their tongues.
Let those on the hunt for you
sing and celebrate.
Let all who love your saving way
say over and over, "God is mighty!"
But I've lost it. I'm wasted.
God -- quickly, quickly!
Quick to my side, quick to my rescue!
Yahweh, don't lose a minute.
I don't need a thing.