A heart contrite and humbled, O God, you will not spurn.
I have nothing to fear, heading into the lion’s den. If I believe that God was the one who helped me through and that I couldn’t have done it without Him, then why do I now fear the consequences of His deeds?
O ye of little faith.
I went to Him with a humbled spirit (maybe not contrite) that I would not be able to achieve anything without Him. Then why do I still fear? Maybe that’s my missing element. Contrition.
I want to come back to you, my God, not only with a humbled spirit, but also a contrite heart.