Oh Lord, let my heart be like good soil for You to work in. Let it not be hard, difficult to dig through, resistant to Your hand.
Remove the rocks, O God, though they be many - big boulders of pride, self-sufficiency, arrogance, and smaller (yet more numerous) stones of perfectionism, laziness, stubbornness. Discard the rusty nails of old wounds and grudges held onto. Work the soil of my heart, dig and break up the hardened portions, sift me through Your fingers until there is not a pebble or nail left.
Oh Lord, though the digging be tough and painful, work me through and through until I am completely yielded to You. Let me be soft soil in Your hand.
Remove the rocks, O God, though they be many - big boulders of pride, self-sufficiency, arrogance, and smaller (yet more numerous) stones of perfectionism, laziness, stubbornness. Discard the rusty nails of old wounds and grudges held onto. Work the soil of my heart, dig and break up the hardened portions, sift me through Your fingers until there is not a pebble or nail left.
Oh Lord, though the digging be tough and painful, work me through and through until I am completely yielded to You. Let me be soft soil in Your hand.
