Unsoil me. Pass over thy countenance to search the inward stain. Rid me of soil that is unpleasant. Clean to remove unclean. Let not thy hands hold debris of matter that is unworthy. Plead my cause, oh, Lord, and hold me above a soiled place. Don’t let me sink and fall into darkness that is covered with vile, the waste material of a fetid smell. Pick me up, God, my Jesus–renew my heart and put into me purity that nothing can defile… that no decay can settle, that no mold can take root to spread… Lift up your servant to flourish in good dirt, in a clean soil that is rich, that is Yours. Love me again.
Song & Artist: How Can It Be by Lauren Daigle