“And I have put My words in your mouth and covered you in the shadow of My Hand, establishing the heavens and laying the foundations of the earth and saying to Zion, “You are My people” ‘ Isaiah 51:16
Come tread the carnal places Lord
Etched upon my soul
Turn the tables over my King
Fill in every hole
Come tear down all the walls I’ve built
Leave no stone unturned
Till up all the fallow ground
‘Till Your Truth is all I yearn
Then plunge Your Holy Hands in me
Till every piece is torn apart
And all that there is left of me
Is the fertile soil of a new heart
Then tread over me once more My King
Crush me under Holy Feet
Till all that there ever was of me
Is Holy obsolete
Then come plant You’re garden here
In what is left of me
That precious fruit may nourish souls
And change eternity
And if a weed called “self” should sneak
In to this garden You adore
Till up the fallow ground again
Tread over me once more
Crush me under Holy feet
Till there’s no more me
Or until my feet tread Holy Soil
For all eternity
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