O Lord Most High, God of all compassion, I come before Your throne today with a contrite heart in further confession of my sins. Father, I see now that the fall of the mighty is not always on battlefields — it begins in the secret chambers of the heart. I acknowledge I have not been contrite for my disobedience has weakened my the soul. Save me O Lord so defeat does not visit me. I confess — the battlefield is within me, and my sinful nature stands exposed before You – not merely my actions, but my inclinations; not merely my failures, but my resistance to surrender.
O Holy God, Holy and yet compassionate, I do not defend myself. I confess my iniquity. I confess the times I trusted my own strength and called it wisdom. The moments I allowed fear to disarm my faith. The occasions when pride whispered that I stood secure — only to discover how fragile I am without You. How subtly I drift. How quietly compromise settles in. How easily I trade dependence for control.
O Lord, High and yet near, rebuke me not in Your anger, nor chasten me in Your burning displeasure — rather in Your mercy have pity on me and give me a contrite heart – so that I may know Your rebuke is mercy; Your discipline is love; and Your correction is restoration. Lord God search me — but do not abandon me. Convict me — but do not cast me away. Break what must be broken — but bind me to Yourself.
My soul is weary, not merely from circumstance — but from the weight of carrying what I was never meant to carry. Father, my sins exhaust me, my pride isolates me, and fear consumes. I am consumed with grief — not only because I have sinned, but because my sin has grieved Your Spirit.
Against You, and You only, have I sinned, and done what is evil in Your sight. Create in me a clean heart, O God. Take away my heart of stone — hardened by habit, shielded by pride, wounded by self-rule – and give me a heart of flesh.
Father, let my contrition be true submission to Christ, and surrender to Your will, so I may be truly transformed. Lord God, Jah Jehovah, O Thou Great Deliverer, deliver my soul, save me — not merely from consequence, but from myself. Rescue me from the cycles I repeat, free me from the fears I conceal, and unseat the pride I excuse.
For Your mercy’s sake — for Your covenant love’s sake — for the sake of the blood that speaks better things than my failure — save me. Let my tears become cleansing. Let my grief become grace. Let my brokenness become beginning. Lord God, near to the broken hearted, I fall before You not in despair, but in hope — and save me for I am crushed in spirit.
Father let mercy triumph over judgment, and so grant restore me with a true contrite heart, and receive me on account of Your Son our Saviour. Amen
