Dear Lord I pray, please break this clay,
And make this heart of mine,
A garden sweet where I can meet
The dresser of the vine.
Into my heart, the stony part,
Infuse your holy will.
And crush the sin down deep within
Subject me to your till.
Send water down to thirsty ground
And soften hardened clods.
All stiff and dried, because I tried
To worship other gods.
Oh fertilize the empty lives,
Of all those far from you.
Bring on the plow, that we might now
Be turned afresh and new.
Let harrow tine now make me fine
A soft and ready earth.
This place indeed, please sow your seed,
And bring me to new birth.
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