I made a mess of my life as I usually do. But things are OK right now. “I give you all the credit, God—you got me out of that mess…”TM God, you are so cool! “… I yelled for help and you put me together. God, you pulled me out of the grave, gave me another chance at life when I was down and out.”TM Everybody now, “Sing your hearts out to God! Thank him to his face!”TM
Please, Lord, don’t let me fall back into that same old pattern of taking you for granted in the good times. “When things were going great I crowed, ‘I’ve got it made. I’m God’s favorite. He made me king of the mountain.’ Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.”TM I don’t want to fall to pieces anymore Lord!
And what happens! I come crawling back to you on my hands and knees. I cry again, “Help me out of this!”TM It’s really hard this time, because I’ve done it so many times before. I wonder? Will this be the time you decide not to save me from the fate I deserve?
But, no! You do it again! “You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance; You ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers. I’m about to burst with song; I can’t keep quiet about you. God, my God, I can’t thank you enough.”TM
I hope I don’t have to come back like this again any time soon! (I bet I will!)