A Heart in Dust — before the Throne —
Lies bare — its Sin confess’d —
Yet Mercy falls — like Snow on Stone —
And bids the Soul to Rest —
The Womb’s dark Veil — holds Wisdom’s Seed —
God’s Truth — there softly sown —
His Faithful Heart — for us did plead —
Before our Breath was known —
Create anew — this Heart of Clay —
O Spirit, steadfast make —
Let Joy return — where Grief held sway —
And Truth my Tongue awake —
No Offering burns — but Contrite Tears —
Your Altar holds most dear —
A Broken Soul — through all its Fears —
Finds Heaven bending near —
… teknaTruth – on Psalm 51