Many have spoken many words to Me

  but have done it out of vanity.

It isn't the amount of words that please,

 rather it's the words born in the furnace of adversity.

I cam see through 

 the veil you've placed on your heart.

I can see what comes from

 the place you haven't surrendered 

and no matter how much you say,

I can see when you're a pretender.

Oh child  - let down your guard.

My child  - give Me your beart!

I'll be gentle and tender with your inmost parts

but child I can do nothing with you

till you come to Me in sincerity and truth.

I know the love you've known 

has often failed you so.

Oh child,  they were not of Me,

Your wounds have made Me weep.

I've cried for you.

I've wept many tears.

Your pain has led us to this moment, 

right now, right here.

I've opened My heart to you

won't you do the same for Me? 

There is nothing I won't do

to embrace you for eternity. 

Remember this  -

      one who is beautiful in My eyes  -

A broken and a contrite heart

     I will never despise...