My tongue and my heart have run wild without restraint,
causing misery to others and shame to myself.
My soul bleeds with the wounds of wrongdoing,
and my body is a playground of selfish indulgence.
If I was to come before you as a judge,
you could only condemn me to eternal torment,
for that is what I deserve.
Yet I come before you,
not as a judge, but as a savior.
I depend not on your justice,
but on your mercy.
As you look upon the wretched creature that I am,
I ask that your eyes be filled with compassion and forgiveness.
And as I sit at your table,
I beg you to renew within me a spirit of holiness.
– Ambrose of Milan