5. Then I let it all out;I said, “I’ll make a clean breast of my failures to God.”Suddenly the pressure was gone—my guilt dissolved,my sin disappeared.
6. These things add up. Every one of us needs to pray;when all hell breaks loose and the dam burstswe’ll be on high ground, untouched.
7. God’s my island hideaway,keeps danger far from the shore,throws garlands of hosannas around my neck.