Isaiah 66:2 

2 My Hand made them;
that is how they came to be,” says the Lord.
I show special favor to the humble and contrite,
who respect what I have to say.

 

Contrite and broken

 

All that pain that makes the surface

of that road I travel on.

With no rest stops and no scenery

just my shadow through the Son.

 

Whom I left somewhere behind me

and with every step I take

He seems to get so much closer

as I try to escape.

 

He is around me everywhere.

Shining Love brightens my stay.

Why do I only see shadows

carved in my mind’s own way?

 

Angels of light travel with me

why are shadows all I see?

Is this than off my own choosing?

Is this how I want to be?

 

Contrite in heart broken in spirit

is that guilt's destiny

and from here through repentance

to grasp The Truth to set me free?

 

Jan Wienen

 

Psalm 51:17  

17 The sacrifices God desires are a humble spirit—

O God, a humble and repentant heart you will not reject.