Well, I’ve turned away from you again! I feel your correction in my life. “Your sharp-pointed arrows of rebuke draw blood; my backside smarts from your caning.”TM I’m not blaming you, Lord! “My bones are brittle as dry sticks because of my sin. I’m swamped by my bad behavior, collapsed under gunnysacks of guilt. The cuts in my flesh stink and grow maggots because I’ve lived so badly. And now I’m flat on my face feeling sorry for myself morning to night.”TM
Lord, I’ve come to the end of myself again! I’m not just ready to repent, I’m anxious to repent! “I’m ready to tell my story of failure. I’m no longer smug in my sin.”TM
Will you take me back once more?
Ahhhhhh! Thank you, God!