Joy is ours, who know ourselves forgiven;
joy is ours with honest spirits.
In silent groans my body wasted away,
my strength depleted as by the droughts of summer;
then I turned my face to you,
told you all my heart needed to confess.
Your forgiveness fell like long-awaited rain:
I opened my arms, my mouth, my all, to drink!
Faithful friends, I say to you, offer your prayers –
in your distress, remember Holy One is near.
Holy One, you are my refuge, my shelter,
in you I find liberation from my shackles.
I will show you the way my child,
I watch, and I will guide you.
Don't be like unruly mules and horses
whose temper must be curbed with bit and bridle.
The way of wickedness brings only torment –
trust in me and I will surround you with my love.
Find joy, you faithful, with Holy One!
Rejoice in right relationship, in life!
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