Psa 30:10  Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD,

be thou my helper.

Psa 30:11  Thou hast turned for me my mourning into dancing: 

thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;

Play a game in the rain ... sing joyfully about Sonshine

Count your blessings every day ... no need here for moonshine

Dancing in the streets of peace ... assurance deep engrained

Hand in hand in harmony ... belief here cannot be faint

A city built on hope ... under girded by my Maker

A heart polished like gold by the only true Savior

Tasting milk and honey ... always freely given

Don’t need any money ... all my sins forgiven

Flying like an eagle ... soaring on the wind

Now like an eager beaver ... trying to serve mankind

Jan Wienen