I give you all the credit, God— you got me out of that mess . . .
. . . you put me together . . .
God, you pulled me out of the grave,
gave me another chance at life
when I was down-and-out.
You did it: you changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I’m about to burst with song;
I can’t keep quiet about you.
God, my God,
I can’t thank you enough.
(excerpts from Psalm 30 TMV)