Delight I greatly

Delight I greatly in the Lord! My soul 

rejoices in my God—for He has clothed 

me with his garments of salvation whole,

arrayed me in His righteousness! I’m robed
 

not in my fig-leaf skirt, that’s my attempt 

to cloth myself, to cover up my shame.

He bathed me, washed me well, combed hair (unkempt),

and dressed me up, to play his court-room game
 

where he asks me a question, and I try

my very best to answer as is true,

and he shows off his children. I won’t cry,

For all the time, I’m growing more like YOU!
 

You GOD, you Daddy of all children true!

A father to all father-less who mourn.

You are the only one. We’re lucky to

be your own children, it's from you we are born!
 

So, like you, we just love to play at games,

And be delighted when we see new things,

and try to learn the faces and the names

of all your “friends”, and “family”, and things.
 

I see you made up what we call “language”,

vibrations in the air from in our throats,

and ears to hear, so we would not langish

and think we were alone, make our own coats!
 

And have to make life work, all on our own!

Oh, God, I love you, and I like you too.

You are the one who sits upon the throne! -

yet any time, your child can come to you!

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I delight greatly in the Lord; my soul rejoices in my God—for He has clothed me with garments of salvation and arrayed me in a robe of His righteousness!

Isaiah 61:10 (CR Version)

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