What will our words earn us
Before the throne of God?
Will not the grand and certain boast
Deserve the wrathful flood?
Words of deepest marrow
Let spill from open lips.
Confession tunes our hearts to God
And quickens willful steps.
Leave your chains of safety.
Delight in God most high.
He pours His praise on faithful men
And hears their rightful cry.
(c) 2010 by Kendra Hinkle.
Part of this Psalm was written in response to my thinking on Psalm 37.
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