Poem from Beth Moore

I've arrived at a conclusion
maybe one of life's rare finds
that there's not a lot worth salvaging
within this heart of mine.

It's ever ready to destruct
and lie above all things...
It tends to laugh when it should cry
and mourn when it should sing.

I've wasted countless hours begging,
"Fix this heart Lord, please!"
while it stomps its feet, demands its way
and floods with sin's disease.

At last, your able to get through
and lay it on the line:
"You must give up that heart of yours
and trade it in for mine."

So I cry out with the psalmist,
create within me, Lord
Anew heart crystal clear
that only Calvary could afford.

A heart which pounds the rhythm
of heaven's metronome
and issues forth a boundless love
and beats for You alone.

I want to love that which You love,
despising what you hate
and see myself as least of these
oh Lord, retaliate

The efforts of the evil one
who seeks to make my plea
that of his own, "I'll make no move
til I've considered me."

Pell away my fingers,
finally make me understand
the power to love and please You
can't be found within a man.

So, my Lord I bring this offering;
a stubburn heart of stone
And ask You, in its absence,
please exchange it for Your own.

I love Beth Moore, this is an awesome Poem...thanks for sharing

xo Rose

Enjoyed reading this, because, as Jeremiah 17:9-10 says "The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the Lord search the heart and try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways and according to the fruit of his doing".

Two spelling errors I think:
Pell away my fingers, = peel
stubburn heart of stone, = stubborn

PTL anyway

Yes,

I like the peeling away the layers of crusted human error . . . And I could identify with
the stubborn heart of stone, under the submission unto the Holy Ghost, who teaches
us all things, brought to our remembrance.


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