The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit:

a broken and a contrite heart,

O God, thou wilt not despise.

Once, I found all either worthless or unattainable. Life was agony, comfort fleeting. I sought my end, not knowing another way.

If God, I'm yours.

If not, god am I,

and I would die.

To my surprise, God is, and he took me unto himself.

Then humble decades of my falling and his lifting. Through each pain a greater gain.

Now, here, I offer free what was given to me. It is small but true, the best I can do. I pray you find some good in it. But ever so much more, I pray you find the good of God. He eagerly reaches to you - even now. There is nothing better.

The LORD bless thee, and keep thee:

The LORD make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee:

The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.