Laments for Lent – A Psalm of Confession for Ash Wednesday


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As I did last year, I’m planning to write a lament every week of Lent, in preparation for writing a follow-up book to Praying with the Psalmists,, which I hope to call Laments for Lent.

In January, I got to do a workshop at my church’s women’s retreat. I led some women through writing their own laments. Just last Sunday, one of the women told me that she’s been writing laments and it helps her deal with all the hard things going on in the world around us. Those words lifted my heart – I suspected that these ideas could help people open their hearts to God, and I love to hear that yes, it’s not just me.

And today is Ash Wednesday. I’ve had a full day – did a once-a-year program at my work, talking with other librarians about my passion – children’s book award winners. After work, I went to an Ash Wednesday service at my church, sang a version of “Amazing Grace” with my choir, and got to read the Old Testament reading.

The passage was Isaiah 58:1-12. This is the passage that tells the people that empty forms of worship aren’t what God wants.

Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter –
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

And there’s much more like that. I recommend reading it. It felt like a bold choice in today’s world – and a convicting one.

So I want to start the Laments for Lent blog series with a Psalm of Confession.

(In my Psalms class back in college, the professor called them “Penitential Psalms.” I decided “Psalms of Confession” was simpler, but am now thinking about switching the name to “Psalms of Repentance.” Any opinion? Let me know in the comments.)

Psalms of Confession are essentially a subtype of Lament – you’re in trouble, but this time it’s your own fault.

The parts are almost the same as a Lament:

1) Address to God
2) Confession of Sin [Instead of Complaint in a Lament]
3) Confession of Trust
4) Entreaty [usually for mercy and forgiveness]
5) Sureness of Help [because God is gracious and forgiving]
6) Subsequent Praise

On Ash Wednesday, we think of our mortality, and I always think of Psalm 103:13-18

As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
The life of mortals is like grass,
they flourish like the flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s children –
with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.

So – those are the thoughts swirling inside me. Let me go ahead and write a psalm of confession: (To start, I’m also going to borrow from Psalm 51.)

Ash Wednesday, 2026.

Have mercy on me, God,
according to your unfailing love.
According to your great compassion
heal my inadequacies.

Father, I live in a country that is abducting foreigners,
incarcerating the vulnerable,
letting people die for lack of health care,
showing no compassion to the poor,
while letting the rich get away with raping children.

And what have I done to help?
Shepherd, I’m so inadequate,
so at a loss,
and so busy running my own little life.

Even in my own lane I feel inadequate.
I want to be a good mother to my boomerang kid,
but I don’t even know how to help.

I want to tell folks how to write their own psalms,
and I haven’t managed to get my book published
(And maybe it’s not that helpful anyway?)

I wanted to write a follow-up book
and started thinking about it a year ago now.
What’s taking me so long?

So many projects, so many ideas,
and what do they even mean in the context
of trying to break the bonds of injustice?

Then there are those postcards I ordered
to send to representatives.
Was I planning to mail them any time soon?

I feel not only inadequate
but helpless.

But you, Father, know that we are dust.
You are never surprised by my inadequacies.
And you love me anyway.

Help me, Lord, to discern
the path you have for me.
Guide me in the way I should go.
Show me joys along the way
to remind me that you are not angry with me
because of my inadequacy.

Father, you are compassionate and gracious,
slow to anger, and rich in love.
You promise that if anyone asks for wisdom,
you’ll give generously, without finding fault.

So I do ask for that mercy and grace and forgiveness
and wisdom and guidance for these perilous times –
and I know that you will answer,
I know that you will shine your love on me.

And then I will praise your name,
and pause in wonder at your mercy and faithfulness.
Thank you for your great love.

Okay, that’s my prayer today. You are welcome to paste your own psalms into the comments.

And what do you think: Should I call them Psalms of Confession, or Psalms of Repentance?

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Psalms of Confession

I’ve written a book called Praying with the Psalmists, and I’m going through it with my church small group. The basic idea is to look at ten types of Psalms and use patterns from the Psalms in your own prayers.

Since I’m urging other people to try it, the least I can do is keep doing it myself! This week we’re covering Psalms of Confession.

Psalms of Confession follow a similar pattern to Laments, and I’ve made an ACCESS acronym to remember the parts:

Address to God
Confession of Sin
Confession of Trust
Entreaty
Sureness of Help
Subsequent Praise

I haven’t committed any big sins lately. No lying or stealing or killing. But I think of a line from a group confession in church: “We have not loved you with our whole hearts.” I have committed plenty of sins of omission.

In fact, when I approach Psalms of Confession with my own inadequacy, I find I have plenty to pray about. And a characteristic of these Psalms in the Bible is that they overflow with the Lord’s mercy, forgiveness, and chesed, unfailing love.

Lately, my life is very good, but I feel like I’m doing too many good things — and then feeling inadequate when I don’t do them well. It came to a head the other night, when a closet shelf in my bedroom closet collapsed in the middle of my night and scared me half to death. I was relieved when I found out what it was — but also found out it stirred up all my anxieties.

Let me stop explaining and take it before the Lord.

Have mercy on me, Lord.
Grant me your peace.
See me with your eyes of love,
instead of my eagle-eyed perfectionism.

Lord, you’ve filled my life with good things —
a job I love,
an award committee,
a choir to sing with,
a small group to help lead,
a book ready to send out,
a website to add to,
a group to play games with,
weekly virtual visits with my kids,
a trip coming to see family,
a sister coming after that,
a home I love and want to keep clean…
And I am not keeping up with those wonderful things.

Worse, I’m wasting time mindlessly reading Twitter or Facebook,
when I could at least be reading for the award.
I’m unproductive and stay up late
and then don’t have energy for what I should be doing.
Yes, perfectionism is robbing my joy,
but it’s also that old problem of wanting to do more wonderful things
than a human can do.
And then I wear myself out
and fret about what I’m not doing
Or worry about how I’m going to prepare
unwilling to let things go,
unwilling to understand
that often the only one requiring perfection of me
is myself.

Lord, you “give sleep to those you love.”
And you grant me 24 hours in a day.
You have given me these wonderful gifts,
this wonderful time in my life.
You know that I am dust,
and you love me anyway.
You know I won’t get it all done,
and I won’t make perfect choices,
that I’ll often choose unwisely
and bear the consequences in needless exhaustion.
Yet you love me anyway.

Lord, grant me your Joy.
You’ve blessed me abundantly —
help me remember.
Give me wisdom in choosing how to spend my time
and grant me grace when I fail to choose wisely.
Redeem my mistakes,
show me the joy of imperfection.

Thank you, Lord, for always loving me.
Thank you that you have promised to give wisdom generously.
Thank you that you don’t find fault
when I need to ask yet once again.
If I had my way,
I’d simply do a certain list of tasks each day of the week.
Thank you for not giving me my way,
and adding so much spice and variety and joy
if I’m willing to see it.

Lord, I know you will answer this prayer
and help me live with more joy.
And that joy will overflow in praise to you.
Thank you for amazing moments like the sunrise over the lake this morning.

Thank you for showing your love.
May I praise you as long as I live.

Please — anyone is welcome to add their own prayer in the comments!

A Psalm from the Scatterbrained

I’m feeling scatterbrained this week. I’m trying to focus and failing. Tonight I was trying to get to working on my Psalms book again and just going nowhere.

That’s when I thought: I want more example Psalms. To show that you can use these forms to pray and it really helps, because they direct your thoughts. Why not write a Psalm Prayer about it?

I’ve done Laments. But tonight I tried a Penitential Psalm. [Since writing this, I decided to call them Psalms of Confession.] Because I’m pretty sure it’s my own fault I’m getting worried and distracted. I’m not trusting God; I’m trying to figure things out myself.

A Penitential Psalm has pretty much the same form as a Lament, but you ask God for mercy in the address to God and the complaint part talks about how bad things have gotten because of what you’ve done, so it’s also confession. (See Psalms 6, 38, and 51.)

Let me review the parts:
1) Address to God
2) Complaint
3) Confession of Trust
4) Petition
5) Words of Assurance
6) Vow to Praise

Okay, I tried not to edit too much and just pray it through, so this doesn’t pretend to be polished. But here goes:

A Psalm from the Scatterbrained

Father, have mercy on me,
according to your unfailing love.
Look on my situation and have compassion;
see my failings and grant me grace.

We’re in a pandemic,
and the world has turned upside-down.
I don’t know what’s normal,
and I don’t know how to plan.
My thoughts are bouncing around my brain
like ping-pong balls.
I’m having trouble focusing,
distracted by each new announcement or speculation.

My work serving the public has come to a halt.
Helping people in person spreads germs.
So now we look for ways to help
while keeping everyone at a distance.
I write reviews;
I read those journals that were stacking up.
Will I learn about customer service
while staying away from customers?

What’s the problem? As an introvert,
being at home should give me focus.
But instead, I’m scatterbrained.

I want to know what to expect,
how to plan,
what date to schedule the make-up programs
and when the books are due.

It’s out of my hands.
It’s out of my hands.
Wash those hands free of germs
and free of holding the world.

Lord, is this what it takes
to show me my plans are butterflies?
Does it take a pandemic
for me to realize I’m not in control?

You do see the future.
You do watch over your children.
If you see a sparrow fall,
then you know today’s death count.
And you are there.
And you gently bear each soul to heaven.

You’ve told us that riches are fleeting.
You’ve told us our life is a breath.
Does it take a pandemic
to make us understand?

Lord, walk with your children.
Forgive us when we run ahead.
Hold our hands through the dark fearful chasm
and carry us safely out of the fire.

Lord, do not forsake us!
Show yourself by our sides.
Come quickly to help us
and grant us peace and strength.

We don’t know how this pandemic will end.
We don’t know what our lives will look like next season.
But we know you will be with us
and show us new joys on the other side.

The day will come
when we again shake hands with new friends
and throw our arms around old friends.

The time will come
when we again meet as a choir
to join our voices in praises to God,
and lift our voices together to our Mighty Fortress.