Praise is the rope by which
the Lord lifts me from the
dark pit.
His hands grip one end, 
strong to pull me up
as I cling to the other.
His face grows closer
as I rise 
and I see his smile.
Clean me off, Lord.
Set me on a sure and solid place.
Show me which way to go.
And Lord,
may I sing for you 
this new song in my heart?
Psalm 40:1-3
 
 
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