A plea for a heart of flesh
To My Dearest Unruly Hardened Heart: What will it take to break you so that you can be mended and healed? Despite knowing the darkest of valleys, why won’t you yield to the light? Despite knowing the Way, why won’t you walk on it? Despite knowing the Truth, why do you enjoy the company of lies? What will it take for the light to shine through your cracks? Does lacking nothing make you proud? And does a proud heart refuse submission? What is the gateway to make you a gentle and lowly heart? Why the desire to be filled with something that won’t satisfy? Why waste away to ruin when the restoration is available? To The Eternal King of my Heart: Turn this stone-cold heart into a heart of flesh. Make this heart yield to You, Oh LORD, For You are stronger than this wilful sinner. Give this tempestuous heart a rest. Come in like a fire, Burn all my stiffneckedness and pretentiousness to ashes. Come in like a flood, Immerse me in your holiness, Never let me escape You. Empty my heart of all things that are not You. Make me a prisoner of Your will. Chain me to Your living Word. Make me a slave of Your righteousness. Make me sing a song of reformation. Make me hold You more dearly, Because grace requires nothing of me.
