Ps. 51
For I recognize my rebellion;
it haunts me day and night.
Against you, and you alone, have I
sinned;
I have done what is evil in your
sight.
Oh, give me back my joy again;
you have broken me—
now let me rejoice.
You do not desire a sacrifice, or I
would offer one.
You do not want a burnt offering.
The sacrifice you desire is a broken
spirit.
You will not reject a broken and
repentant heart, O God.
A
sacrifice of praise
A
sacrifice of brokenness
The
alter looks empty
But
the smoke still rises
For
the blood of rams and sheep will not suffice
Praise
and brokenness
that
is the smoke that reaches the heart of God
