If you, O LORD, should mark iniquities,
Lord, who could stand?
I mark my own iniquities;
like a wrathful deity,
I catalogue them
and the weight of it
brings me to my knees.
Take notice please, O God,
of the trouble I’m saving you.
Let your judgment pass me by —
I am scourged already.
Find me in pieces,
having done your name
no justice with my self-scorn.
Tune the ears of my weary spirit
to your song of forgiveness,
that I might bow
in humility rather than
brokenness; and in humility
find grace, and in grace
find the strength
to stand.
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