A clean heart create for me, God; renew within me a steadfast spirit. Do not drive me from before your face, nor take from me your holy spirit. Restore to me the gladness of your salvation; uphold me with a willing spirit. Psalm 51 (50): 12-14
I thank You, Lord, that in this desert dry
My faith has blossomed, for to You I cling.
You’ve rid my life of much that would me pry
From Your sweet care and from the life You bring.
The field that is my soul receives sweet rains,
Although my life seems arid, strewn with dust.
You’ve shattered my illusions, and my chains.
You’re teaching me to live in humble trust.
I grumble, yet real fruit appears from grace;
I see this time is not without great growth.
To You I march, though stranded in this place,
With weariness profound and grand awe both.
From nothing You create, and landscape bare
You use to form hearts pure and children fair.