Cast me not out
from your presence,
and your Holy Spirit
take not from me.
For you are not
pleased with sacrifices;
should I offer a burnt
offering, you would
not accept it.
My sacrifice,
O God, is a
contrite spirit.
(Ref. to Psalm 51) .
(Graphic: genesis saved to
MI DIOS TODOPODEROSO,
A contrite spirit)
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