Why do I praise the Lord?
What do I mean by it?
I mean I praise being able, not fearful
I praise rescue from abandonment
I praise becoming free, no longer in a trap
Yet I also praise the abandonment that makes the rescue sweet,
And the trap that when opened makes us long to see others free,
I praise being given a hand
And I praise giving a hand,
So do we not worship at the same mount, father,
Do we not drink from the same fount?
please keep writing
when the acid of your past pain turns
to lasershooting diamonds
we all benefit