here is the soil of my heart,
defiled by the garbage of the world I’ve allowed in,
where sin and negative emotions have piled up,
pushed away, reviled, and dismissed.
How amazing is your Spirit and presence,
that enters into my filth,
and begins aerating,
turning over, exposing,
breaking down, moving, and working.
How could I have known that your power
could turn this depraved heap into the richest of soil
with all the elements
where your mercy, grace, and tender love thrive.
How could I have known that the seeds you planted,
that I had thought were wasted, scattered, and buried,
were under your safekeeping and watchful eye.
How could I have know that they would take root
in and through the pain and heartache,
watered by your companionship, comfort, and care,
and that you would bring forth shoots of faith and hope —
Would you enter in and take all my heart,
I give it all to you.
Nothing is rejected nor wasted in your beautiful hands,
making beauty from ashes.
I praise you Lord,
for you work all things for your glory and my good!