In sacred silence, on bended knee,
I come, O Lord, to converse with Thee.
With trembling heart and tear-filled eye,
I bow my head and heave a sigh.
Contrition’s shroud around me cast,
I ponder deeds and choices past.
A sinner stands, unworthy, vile,
Yet yearning for Your loving smile.
My soul, it aches to feel Your grace,
But feels unfit to seek Your face.
For in Your radiant courts of gold,
What claim have I, so brash and bold?
Yet neither can I join the outside throng
Of those who spurn and cling to wrong,
Who scorn Your name and curse Your laws—
My soul from such recoils and withdraws.
A liminal space is where I stand,
Unfit for heaven, yet in no man’s land.
Though stained with sin, my heart still yearns
To honor You, for whom it burns.
So in Your mercy, vast and deep,
I pray, my Lord, my soul to keep.
With humble heart, I dare implore,
Grant me grace, I ask no more.
Remember Christ, his blood shed,
See his garments over me spread
Covering my shame, removing my guilt
For this very reason his own blood he spilt.
From sin’s allure, to Him I flee,
In Him alone my refuge be.
For in this love, forever true,
I find my peace, my life anew.
For in His love, I find my worth,
A sinner saved, through second birth.
Though far from perfect, still I strive
To walk in light, to be alive.
Thus humbled, broken, yet made new,
I find my home, my peace, in You.
My heart, contrite, in love will stay,
And follow Christ, come what may.
-Anonymous
