God in heaven, you are good beyond all understanding, but I am selfish, prideful, easily offended, and often blind to my sin.
My lips find it easy to confess, but my heart is slow to feel, and my ways are hesitant to improve.

Unable to heal myself, I bring my soul to you;
break it, bend it, and mold it into your Son’s image.

Unmask sin’s deception to me that I may hate it and flee from it.
Give me the grace of godly grief that weeps over my offenses towards you and those around me.
May the tears of repentance be corrective lenses that open my eyes to the brightness and glories of the saving cross of Jesus.