|The Prodigal by Oleg Korolev|
My sacrifice, O God, is a contrite spirit;
a heart contrite and humbled, O God, you will not spurn.
- Psalm 51
The truth is, Lord,
I have sins I'm not sure I'm sorry for...
I know I've done things against your law
outside the bounds of your love,
things I'm not proud of,
things I thought I needed to do,
things I wanted to do,
things I thought I had to do
-- and so I did them...
I've sinned in ways I thought I never would, Lord,
and now it's hard to name those things
I thought I'd never do...
Help me return to you, Lord,
with my heart's burden of
sins so hard to name...
My pride keeps me from facing what I've done
and my fear keeps me from naming how I've failed
but your grace helps me pray for pardon...
Help me face the bad decisions I've made,
the choices I wish I never had to face,
the wounds my soul must bare for you to heal
that I might come home to you with all my heart...
Give me a spirit of repentance, Lord...
Help me name my sins and know your mercy...
A heart contrite and humbled
you'll never turn away...
I trust your mercy, Lord,
and pray you'll bring me back to you this Lent,
with all my heart...
(For further reflection: The Story of the Prodigal Son)
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