Here's My Heart
my heart has heard You say
'oh, come and talk with me'
and my heart responds from deep within
'my precious Lord, I'm coming.'
so here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
You have filled it so deeply I cannot contain it anymore
here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
now I offer it up to be broken and changed
Lord, I ask that You mold me and use me
here's my heart
I long for a pure heart,
that I might see Your face
a broken and contrite spirit
that I might know Your grace
so here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
You have filled it so deeply I cannot contain it anymore
here's my heart, Father, here's my heart
now I offer it up to be broken and changed,
Lord, I ask that You mold me and use me
here's my heart
I know that it's broken and bleeding
a little bruised and cracked from a fall
I've torn off some pieces and handed them out
but to You, I give it all
so here's my heart.
poem by Julia Wakeman
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