Here is my cry.
I cry out to you God, give my your heart. I want a heart for your people. I want a heart for the broken, the lost, the helpless, a heart for the world. I am pushing myself to be bold enough to ask you Jesus, for your heart. From the depths of my soul to the depths of your heart. In church we sing “Give us clean hands, give us pure hearts..” We cry out to you for creating a pure heart within us. (Psalms 51:10) …But I don’t want my fleshfull heart. I want your heart. “The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is?” -(Jeremiah 17:9) I seek a heart that loves unconditionally, resiliently. I don’t seek to be run my emotions. I seek a heart like yours, Jesus. I want to love even those who push me away. I want to constantly cover those who turn away from me. As you did. As you died for those who did not know you. I want to have a heart for those who don’t know me. That is my cry this morning. That is my cry this year. I want your heart. Change me. Break me. Mold me. Make me yours. Break my heart for the things that break yours.