You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.
You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy,
that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give you thanks forever!
I’ve decided to break with tradition. I’m not going on a fast for lent. I’m going on a feast -a joy feast.
A positivity banquet.
A favour party.
At the table spread for me in the presence of my enemies.
In the valley.
That’s where the battle is fought -and won.