Psalm 30- Dust
Should my dust praise you?
I won’t wait till I’m dead!
Should my rot praise you?
I won’t wait till I’m gone!
I can’t wait to praise you
I can’t wait to lift my voice high
To the one who tore my mourning clothes
And turned my mourning into dancing
To the one who redressed me in success
And kept me in good health
I sing your praise
I won’t wait till you raise dusts to praise
I will praise you in my life’s breath!