A Broken’s Prayer: Psalm 60

Please save me, Lord, from low disgrace
    And lift a banner high
So in that place I’ll see your face
    Where fearful men can fly.

But in this state, my broken state,
    I feel left alone.
I wonder if me you do hate,
    Like Saul, me you disown.

Repent I’ve done so many times
    Yet to my vomit go.
I oft’ repeat my many crimes
    And need fresh crimson flow.

Lord, will you let me come to you
    This sad and broken man,
This man who sins each day anew
    For such is who I am?

And will my many foes you strike
    And clear the battle land—
Both in and outward foe alike—
    Then hold me in your hand?