I bow before You, my Sovereign King. I am humbled by the revelation of iniquity that lingers in my soul. Let the enemy not plant weeds in the upturned soil of my heart. Father, make my heart a garden of holiness reflecting the haunting perfection of Eden. Make me fertile ground for Your work of righteousness. I have no need for counterfeit grace which does not overturn the dirt within me that needs fertilizing by Your Holy Word. Change me, my Lord. Purify my heart. Make me a vessel fit for Kingdom use. May sin no longer have the upper hand. May the Lion of the tribe of Judah claim the essence of my being for His purpose alone. Though a battle for power wages within me, though the old self lusts to dominate the new, victory is Yours, Jesus. Let the dragon be cast out and the Lamb protect the ground that is His. What sweet deliverance is found upon the cross, where my Defender stakes His claim upon me, turns up the soil of my being and plants eternal grace. Thank You, Lord Jesus, for making my jungle of iniquity into a garden of peace. Under the power of Your Word in Isaiah 51:3 and the authority of Christ Jesus, I pray with a heart devoted.
For the Lord comforts Zion;
He comforts all her waste places and makes her wilderness like Eden,
her desert like the garden of the Lord; joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and the voice of song.
Isaiah 51:3, ESV
I like the imagery of upturned soil of my heart.