Who Shall Cleanse the Filth in My Heart?
Who shall cleanse the filth in my heart?
Will it be I?
No! It is like trying to refresh a parched land
With a well that has run dry.
I hold no keys to freedom in this
For I cannot fix that which is broken.
Thus it is through the abundance of my heart
That my words are spoken.
What a wretched condition.
What a horrible place of destitution
On my own I am left to this curse.
With no effective solution.
Though I may try with all my strength
My heart I cannot transform.
Only in the capable hands of the Potter
Can this vessel be reformed.
“Make me soft and pliable to Your touch
So that You may have Your way in me.
In and of myself a prison
But You alone hold the key.”
“Cleanse not just my tongue but my heart
That I may be a fit vessel for Your use.
For whatever You bind in me is bound.
Whatever You loose in me is loosed.”
“Speak Your blessing over my life
That I will come into alignment with Your word.
May the meditations of my heart be pure and holy.
Sin is the sickness but by Your blood I am cured.”
“Create a clean heart in me, O God
And renew a steadfast spirit within me.
My heart is whitewashed tomb
But You brought me to life on that tree.”
“May the words I proclaim be those of Your Spirit
Rather than those of my own dead flesh
That the meditation of my heart
And Your living word would mesh.”
“So heal that which is broken within me
And place within me a brand new song
That from Your Spirit it would flow forth
In blessing all day long.”
“You are my one true hope,
The only one who can take me beyond myself.
It is the richness of Your promises
That are my blessing and my eternal wealth.”
~ Mitch Salmon