Pleasing to You

Pleasing to You

Embedded at the bottom
Buried deep and hidden
Lay dribs and drabs of dross

God's hand reached down
Inside me and searched
When I prayed, "Sanctify me."

Like a torch, His light shone
Through my yielding heart.
Dirt emerged, impurities surfaced.

"I will be white as snow,
I will be pure as gold.
Jesus my heart must know
I'm pleasing to You."

This creation awaits in eager expectation
Liberation and freedom
From my Master's loving hands.