The issue
Is not in the fruit,
For it is
in the root.
A heart
Corrupted from the fall
A place
in need of a wall.
Evil in nature
and desperately wicked
If no guard,
it remains crooked
Darkness overwhelms
every path of it.
A heart
not ready to submit.
A heart
Only God can change.
Very scattered
But He can arrange.
I surrender
to the incorruptible
For I know
He is capable.
To give me
a change of heart,
To light up
the paths of my heart.
I want
a heart that's true & clean
A pure heart
with not a cloud between.
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