Lord, forgive us. Teach us to repent, to mourn and lament our sin; to rend our hearts, to sit in sackcloth and ashes for the unseen idols that no one else can see— but You, and You alone. How often we walk away from You, again and again, through every thought, every motive, every desire; exalting self above You, consumed by our own will, and feeling little grief that we no longer seek You or inquire of You. The gods we allow to rule our hearts promise to satisfy our deepest longings. The idols of attention, fame, success, comfort, approval. They are not building us; they are tearing us down, drawing us farther from You. Yet You alone can satisfy these yearnings. No created thing can fill what only the Creator can. You have planted eternity within our hearts, that we might be satisfied with You alone. So once again, break and rend my heart for the broken cisterns I have carved to fill the empty places within me. Help me bear fruit that is true and genuine, in keeping with repentan...
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