Broken heart I have,
pieces of despondency.
Contrite heart I am,
tears of sincerity.
What loathsome acts I committed,
all the result of complacency.
Dig deeper,
build higher,
to hide with shadows of dishonesty.
Sacrifice not I,
God does not desire them.
No burnt offering,
these no pleasure God finds.
.
Broken heart I have,
pieces of despondency.
Contrite heart I am,
tears of sincerity.
These my God look to pleasingly,
guilt before his Excellency.
Forgive me,
pardon please,
in the grave bury all iniquity.
Sacrifice for me,
God did place on the tree.
No more love has he,
then to sacrifice himself for me.
