I will bless the LORD at all times,
all times, by day and night,
when my tears pour and my heart pounds,
when it seems I have triumphed and when it seems I might die.
Always and forever, Your grace will be my prayer
and Your face will be my deliverance.
When I cry and cry and cry
and faint from weeping,
You collect my bones
like a hen collects her chicks,
enfolding my sorrow into Your refuge,
into Your eternal heart, into Your work of mercy
where the spark of justice meets the descant of angels.
There in the ferocity of the heavens,
in the storm of divine love,
You are wildly good:
good and holy in rage, good and holy in power,
good and holy in righteousness, so good
and holy for the sake of life.
Many are the afflictions, but even more so
Your rescues. Many are the wicked,
but even more so Your redeemed.
Many are the deaths,
but even more so
Your breaths.
God have mercy and give us breath!
See how the brokenhearted have camped out
to wait in hope for Your answer and Your deliverance.
Put the boast of Your steadfast love
into every hymn; knit
the confidence of Your presence
into every lament.
Great indeed is evil, but greater still
is Your radiance. Your praise shall be forever in my mouth.

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