Here at the place of submission,
I find generous provision of rest and enough to satisfy my thirsting
I lay me down together with loaded bundles of my broken offering.
Right here flows a river whose stream makes gay and lifts spirit
One sip, two gulps and I am drowning in its taste:
A heady mix of joy and release
Turning my mourning into voracious tides of gladness,
And for my heavy heart, I found light feet for dancing,
One dip, three swims and I’m sinking in refreshing
In my immersion was a washaway,
for every washaway was a new tale;
turning my shame into unending waves of honour
And from my ruins have arisen royal cities beautiful evermore
To whom do I owe the debt of my heart and its restore?
To whose account this exchange of sack clothes for a crown and linen ephod?
For once I heard and twice I have attended the sayin: “no one but I AM”
‘Tis for this cause I danced, singing my new song: “Thou hast kept the good wine until now”
Moving in a new way and like the dancing prophet to the altar:
I take one, two…. six steps and a dance with my sacrifice of praise
Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness; To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever.