Clean Heart, Fresh Start

Streetlight paints, the sidewalk gold. My boots are worn, my story's told.

I dropped the truth like shattered glass, now begging mercy as I pass.

No grand confession, just this ache. A crooked path I couldn't take. But somewhere past

the rusted gate, I heard a song that wouldn't wait. Create in me

a clean heart tonight. Let your mercy burn so bright. Not for what

I was, no, not that part. But the soul You shape with

patient art. My hands were clenched around the wrong. Now open wide

to morning song. The sparrows chirp on telephone wire, singing higher, higher,