the heart of the matter

My heart is so filthy.
I took it and rolled it in the mud,
covering it, hiding its true glory.
I ran it through thorn bushes,
scratching it, taking away its wholeness.
Even worse, I took it and smashed it against a wall,
in pieces, its broken and scattered.

Childishly, I took scotch tape and tried to make it whole,
I'm such a fool.
I cannot make my heart whole.
I cannot remove the nasty and scratches and bruises.
It's not my place.

God only asks for your heart.
So haphazardly, I tried to clean it up,
to make it look presentable,
before presenting it the Holy, Divine CREATOR
...like He doesn't see right through my attempts.

How could He want my heart?
I've messed it up so immensely.
How could I ask Him to dwell there?,
Where I've stored up the lies I've believed of Satan,
Where I've given so much away carelessly,
Where I've been so wreckless,
Where I've stored up muck and filth and lies!

But He does.
He wants it.
He wants to dwell there.
He wants to restore, heal, and caress.
He wants to go beneath the lies, and show the glory of your heart.
He wants to make your heart the wellspring of His life.
He wants your heart.