Father, Here's my heart

Father, here's my heart,
would you hold it for me?

it's full of people,
thank you for them.
Would you bless them, help them, heal them,
save them,
please Father.

Father, here's my heart,
would you clean it for me?
it's full of stuff,
I guess it probably shouldn't be
sorry about that.
I needed to hold things loosely
and freely give even as you so freely give to me
but I cherished stuff and it's making my heart cluttered
and making me less loving.

Father, here's my heart,
it's full of worry,
I know it shouldn't be.
I know you have a plan for me,
and it's not to harm me,
but to give me hope
and a future.

Father, here's my heart,
it's broken in places,
I guess I cared more about what people thought
and how they felt about me,
more than your thoughts,
and how you feel about me
and I was crushed a little.

I'm giving you my broken, soiled, misshapen,
distorted, and confused heart.

Father forgive me,
cleanse me and heal me.
Consecrate me
and teach me.

I know it's yours anyway.
Thank you for fresh starts,
new chances,
forgiveness
and strength,
to go with fresh vision,
and you Word to guide my path.