Psalm 51 — Comfort and Peace

An English Sonnet

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I grieve and I lament for my offense;
I beg for Your forgiveness on my knees;
I give You no excuse in my defense;
Allow myself no comfort and no peace.
I know that I’m not worthy of Your grace,
And all that I can offer is my heart:
It’s broken, chastened, penitent, disgraced,
But in Your arms You let me fall apart.
You tell me I am good, beloved, dear,
And nothing could abate Your…




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