I look towards the throne and wonder how I should I come before the Lord. The blood of a thousand calves cannot do nor can all the money in the world wide. Should i come with praises that could cause an uproar in the whole world, or jump in a dance like David did.  Yet you need just me nothing else, me whether broken, beaten up and bruised allover, you donnot care. You require mercy and justice LORD nothing more.   Malachi 6.6,10........failed to finish