LORD, something is wrong. I am wrong. What I’ve done is wrong. So wrong my soul hurts. So wrong my bones ache.
During the night I sleep on a bed of bawling. During the day I sit on a couch of crying.
But you have heard my weeping. You have heard my tears.
You accept my prayer.
You accept me.
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LORD, I’ve had it tough since the day I was born. My earliest memories include painful people and faithless foes.
And right now, I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck. The thoughtless words of selfish people have hit me like a ton of bricks.
I wish, LORD, that they’d blow out of this town with the next windstorm. I wish, LORD, that you’d treat them the way they treated me.
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LORD, we are filled with iniquity. We have failed.
But please don’t fail us.
You have every right to be wrathful, bitter, and angry.
Instead, LORD, restore us. Revive us. Show us your steadfast love.
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