Beating, beating
Life it gives.
Red as rubies
As it lives.
Deeper, deeper
Deeper still.
Getting darker
As it will.
Searching, searching
Finding sin.
Black as coal
Deep within
Crying, crying
Crying out.
Its helpless plea
And fearful doubt
Stretching, stretching
Out its arms.
The Spirit moves,
And calms alarms.
Gently, gently
Washing clean.
Making new
The heart once mean.
Slowly, slowly
Like the clay.
The Potter shapes
Day by day.
Turning, turning
The hardened heart.
Lovely softening,
The rough, torn parts.
Painful, painful
As it is.
The heart can smile
And rejoices.
Lovely, lovely
The heart drawn to Him
Never by force,
And filled to the brim.
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