David just danced,
But I became aware of my Michal too soon.
So praise him that the stones cry out
When a living heart becomes one.
Look at me I love to praise:
On another day I am sounding my trumpet before me.
Praise him that I’ve been made alive
Even though I’m acting like a coffin full of bones.
So loosen my tongue and give it a job,
Make me want one thousand opportunities to say
That your blood breaks the power of sin;
The power of Michals and trumpets.