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Obtaining the Joy of Forgiveness

When I kept silent,
my bones wasted away as I groaned all day long.
For day and night your hand was heavy on me. Interlude
My moisture was dried up by the droughts of summer.
I acknowledged my sin to you,
and I did not cover up my guilt.
I said, “I will confess my rebellion to the Lord,” Interlude
and you forgave the guilt of my sin.

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