Psalm 47
Give a round of applause everyone
Don’t pack a sad – celebrate!
God is awesome, ay.
He subdued all those nations that were a bit of a worry,
Kinda like what the Warriors did to the Roosters.
He gave us a hand and made everything sweet as.
God has come through, and the crowds are going wild.
Get the guitar out and have a singalong.
Praise him at the top o’ your lungs.
For God is a total beaut.
Sing to him as loud as you’d sing along to the Exponents.
God makes everything good as gold, and he’s in charge.
He has the best seat in the house.
The big cheeses from Kaitaia to Bluff line up to say how awesome he is.
God is choice.
Psalm 130:
When I’m not feeling that flash I call out to you, God
God, hear my voice
Listen up and help me out
I’m having a whinge; but I need your help!
If you, God, kept a record of my stuff-ups
I’d be up the creek without a paddle
But with you there is forgiveness
And so I respect you heaps
I hang out for God, I’d spend yonks waiting for him
His words are straight-up, aye (not like Winston)
Like I said, I hang out for God, I’d spend yonks waiting for him
More than Waikato waits for a quarter-final
More than Aucklanders wait in traffic
So, Israel, trust this God, eh?
He doesn’t pack a sad; he always loves us and that’s choice
With him there’s redemption; the full deal!
He’s gonna sort out Israel
And redeem them from all their stuff-ups.
By Sarah and Rhett Snell, respectively. Hat-tip Jonesboy
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