“It was all downhill and now we are horribly polluted;
even our best efforts to do the right thing
must seem like a gift of used toilet paper to you.
Our lives become drab and brittle like a dried leaf;
and our immoral behavior sweeps us away like the wind.
There is no one left who prays to you, LORD,
or even attempts to stick with you.
You have turned your back on us
and left us in the mess we made for ourselves.
And yet, LORD, you are the one who conceived us.
You are the potter who moulds us like clay;
every one of us has been hand-crafted by you.
Please don't be too hard on us, LORD;
don't dwell on our sins and stay angry forever.
Think of us, instead, as your own people.”
Isaiah 64:6-9
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