Test My Heart, Lord

Test my heart, Lord,
see what is inside
look low, look deep
search far, search wide
till there's nothing left
for me to hide.

Pull on fears suspicions,
push on doubts admissions
pick away at its coldness
cut away egos boldness.

Purge out selfish pride,
pluck out the greedy side
haul off Satan's lies
rip out it's lusting eyes.

Pull up evils root,
yank up sin's pursuit
gather all the pain
take away guilt's stain.

Test my heart Lord,
till it's true and blue
search here, search there
look at all I say and do
till all that it holds
is the love I have for You!

Proverbs 17:3

"The refining pot is for silver
and the furnace for gold,
But the LORD tests the hearts."

This poem was a finalist in the November 2011 poetry contest