I am asking the Lord to purge me, cleanse me, and purify me. 
I'm asking for His sight, His vision, His dreams for me.
I am asking for a heart transplant, His for mine.
I'm asking for His eyesight, His insight.
I want to be more like Him.
I want to be transparent to those who have been wounded like me.
I want more of Him than ever.
It hurts.
It's not easy.
My dreams want to live.
My best isn't what His best is for me.
I am being mended from the brokenness.
Even in mending there is stretching and stitching.
I wouldn't want it any other way.
I am having to let some things die
While other things I though were totally gone are being resurrected.
He's so worthy of it all.
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