
21/10/2025
A Broken, Contrite Heart
Have you ever been so crushed, so broken, by your own sin, that you cannot lift your head? You wonder how anyone could ever forgive you, including God.
Satan - that same deceiver who baited you, enticed you, convinced you that sin was no big deal - now taunts you, and tells you that you are too wicked to be forgiven, too broken to be made whole.
He is a liar.
Bring your broken heart to Christ.
Confess your sin. This is not informing God of what you’ve done. He already knows. It is agreeing with God that your sin is against Him, and deserves His justice.
Repent and cast yourself on His mercy. No excuses. Just seek Him.
“If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” I Jn. 1:9
He came to heal the brokenhearted. He came to save sinners.
His goodness should bring us to repentance.
“I come to You, O Lord, to bring
A sacrifice, a broken thing,
Not fit to offer to a king.
No costly treasure I have bought,
No noble deeds that I have wrought,
Just ruined pieces have I brought.
This object that to You I’ve borne
Is viewed by most with mocking scorn,
Though some may pity as I mourn.
‘Tis filled with naught but guilt and fears,
‘Tis salted well with bitter tears,
And cries meant only for Your ears.
It’s sullied with the stains of sin,
Damaged by the hurts of men,
Shattered bits of what has been.
All earthly monarchs would reject
As undeserving of respect;
And yet, my Lord, you will accept
This gift, in which I cannot boast.
Perhaps ‘twill glorify You most,
For to Your feet it brings me close.
For pardon I do now implore,
Create, renew, uphold, restore,
The joy and peace I had before.
For You can cleanse the sinful soul,
And You can make the wounded whole,
And You alone my griefs console.
Though guilty You have never been,
Yet You have known the pain of sin,
And You have been reviled by men.
And so I lay, with downcast eyes,
My crushed and bleeding worthless prize,
And know, O God, You’ll not despise
A broken, contrite heart.”
© Niki Lott 2015.