In prayer I knelt with broken heart before a God who saves. Seeing my own sinful flesh in need of mercy, love, and grace. His Son He sent that I might live, He died in my place; giving me the hope of light through His redemptive Grace. With contrite heart I came to Him, in Love He lifted me up. He saved me and He sealed me, as only He could do.

“The Lord is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” Psalm 34:18

I came to Him with nothing, nothing in myself. I bowed before Him in my brokenness, with just my contrite heart.

“The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.” Psalm 51:17

He heard me, lifting me out of the depth of my shame. Giving me a purpose, a hope for all eternity.

“For thus saith the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity, whose name is Holy; I dwell in the high and holy place, with him also that is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite ones.” Isaiah 57:15

In the midst of who He is in a world created by His power, He saw me on my bended knee and stopped to rescue me.

“For all those things hath mine hand made, and all those things have been, saith the Lord : but to this man will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite spirit, and trembleth at my word.” Isaiah 66:2

And so again I come to Him with just my contrite heart.