Psalm 32 in 3 movements

Stuck. Choked with dead words:
no good, all wrong.
Excuse says regret;
Accuse says fault, blame.
Paralysis all day night.

I’m sorry, Love. Tears–yes!
You forgive and give pure joy!
Your silt-free healing streams
cover all raw wound sins,
remove dirty coverup
bandages and built up
layers of guilt,
even guilt for guilt.

Full release here with You, Love:
all stops pulled on heart-to-hearts.
Your wise gentle counsel rains
generate holy song streams.
We move together in Your soundless
surround-sound love power.


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