7-15Soak me in your laundry and I’ll come out clean,scrub me and I’ll have a snow-white life.Tune me in to foot-tapping songs,set these once-broken bones to dancing.Don’t look too close for blemishes,give me a clean bill of health.God, make a fresh start in me,shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.Don’t throw me out with the trash,or fail to breathe holiness in me.Bring me back from gray exile,put a fresh wind in my sails!Give me a job teaching rebels your waysso the lost can find their way home.Commute my death sentence, God, my salvation God,and I’ll sing anthems to your life-giving ways.Unbutton my lips, dear God;I’ll let loose with your praise.

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