By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Would you love me if you knew me,
In this heart of wicked bent?
Would you know me if you saw me,
In my mind and where I went?

Would you tolerate or keep me,
At a distance far away?
Would you know me, recognize me,
Still receive me … anyway?

Many thoughts I often wonder,
Many times I would profess;
There is little that is lovely,
In this heart of sinfulness.

Simply nothing, simply needy,
Simply coming to embrace;
Simple mercy, simple pardon,
Simply sweet, amazing grace.

“Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.”
Psalm 51:10