Moved to Tears

I've been doing some pretty intense study of Psalm 51 in preparation for this weekends Young Adult Retreat. As I've read, re-read and read again those words I've experienced some pretty incredible moments of the relationship changing kind.
How can anyone meditate on those words of agony from a fallen King David and not be moved to pray the same prayer concerning their own life? How can one read the story of David and Bathsheba, with all of the sordid details provided, then turn to this Psalm of reconciliation and not see themselves?
The simple truth is, we have all taken the same kind of nose dive that David took. Whether it relates to our marriage vows, our concern for other human beings, our own selfish ambition or some other aspect of life, we have all been at a pinnacle only to step off the side of the wall and land flatly in the realm of Satan.
What amazes me about the prayer prayed by David is his resiliance. His ability to acknowledge that it was his own stupid pride that brought him to this point of degradation. I'm in awe of the fact that he clearly sees that the only way out is for God to pull him up. He has no excuses, offers no twisted reasoning and doesn't try to claw his own way out. He is broken and desperately needs a heart transplant...one that only God can give.
All I can say is..."Create in me a clean heart, oh God, and renew a righteous spirit within me. Don't cast me out of your presence, or take your Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit to sustain me."