“For thus says the high and lofty One who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: ‘I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and humble spirit, to revive the spirit of the humble, and to revive the heart of the contrite. For I will not contend for ever, nor will I always be angry; for from me proceeds the spirit, and I have made the breath of life…I have seen his ways, but I will heal him; I will lead him and requite him with comfort.'” (Isaiah 57.15-16,18)
Out of the Depths
The little bird, crusted in muck,
Shivers in the cold gale of guilt:
Weakened, fallen — in sin she’s stuck;
Flattened feathers all soaked in silt.
Out of these depths, her mournful cries,
Full of remorse, beg for mercy.
His compassion rains from the skies
To wash her clean with His pity.
With grateful heart, she lifts her wings,
To praise His mercy with a song:
“He came to call sinners”, she sings,
“To save them and to make them strong!”
She sets her former ways aside;
With strong resolve, she perseveres.
When weakness causes her to slide,
Conversion wipes contrition’s tears.
The contrite heart He will not spurn;
With each fall she will live and learn.
May the Merciful One have pity on us and heal our contrite hearts when we have fallen.
(c) Paul Buis, 2003