It’s a cry of mine, how each new sin

breaks me,

and in that broken state I watch

myself refuse Your call,

repentance,

even Your always forgiving

Spirit.

 

Why choose an unclean heart

so prone to wander rocky

paths?

I whisper,

“Don’t follow,”

but of course You do &

here again is the cry,

“Don’t find me.”

 

You are that You are

& so You do find me.

You hold me

through sin’s deep grief

until I am still & know that

You are my God & I accept Your

mighty love.

 

I accept that each piece of this

broken heart will be

renewed but soft,

maybe a love offering

to be placed at

Your feet.