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Test My Heart, Lord by Deborah Ann Belka 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 |
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