Let my heart be good soil, to receive the seed You would sow. Protect it from the birds of the air. Go to and fro - search me, oh Lord, patiently pulling up every weed that would smother it’s life. And like leaven, let it spread and work all through me. Let the roots run wide and burrow deeply, till my heart is Yours – till You have it completely.

Let Your love, oh God unfold within me – may it grow in momentum till my heart is inclined to love as You love, till it’s every tendency is bent on compassion and no struggle or tempest can turn back the tide of this love’s inertial force.

Father,
I recognize that the source of this love is not from within me
I understand how easily my own intention is turned back by trouble, confusion and apathy
I believe that from the smallest beginnings, despite weakness and uncertainty,
You can grow great things.
Create, where it would not otherwise be, that same heart that is in Christ Jesus
And in Your mercy, grant that it would guide me, move me, and change me.