✠ Psalmus Bellorum – Confitentis ✠
Daniel Squiers
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O Lord,
I have laid waste the temple of my soul.
I offered incense to the Thrones;
I called ruin wisdom,
and clothed my shame in the silence of pride.
By my fault—
by my own fault—
by my most grievous fault.
I took Your gifts and spent them on shadows.
I broke covenant for comfort,
fellowship for flesh,
truth for the lie that dulled the ache.
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And now, Lord, I do not lift up my eyes.
Ash clings to my brow,
blood stains my hands.
I kneel before the brightness I betrayed.
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Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy upon me.
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What man may speak in the court of the King
when his breath stinks of betrayal?
Yet I speak—
for I have nowhere else to go.
Lord, I am not worthy
that You should come beneath my roof;
yet say but the word,
and my soul shall be healed.
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Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy upon me.
✠ – The Plea of Restoration
I ask not for the oil of honor,
but for the water that runs from Your side.
Wash me till my name is clear in Your gaze.
Let the ashes on my brow become anointing.
Let the wound become a gate for grace.
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I do not ask to be called righteous—
only to be found among those who kneel.
Make of my ruin a reliquary.
Let my silence sing repentance.
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Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy upon me.
✠ – Recommissioning
Forgive me, O Lord,
who once bore the standard of the Thrones
and now kneels, naked and trembling,
before the banner of the Lamb.
Bind me to Your service.
Seal my blade with Your name.
Send me again into the breach—
not as a rebel,
but as a son restored.
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Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.
Lord, have mercy.
Christ, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy upon me.
Christ, have mercy on us all…