It's From the Heart
It's from the heart all wickedness starts; no matter how much we attempt to pretend Real righteousness is not the end Most seek to acquire for hearts Of all are wicked and deceiving, Especially for those who think their believing Is all it needs to be while fruitless Their leafless trees stand in the sanctuary And lifeless their worship in January And every other calendar month we count; No, only lies of the heart mount Unless we come to God for mercy can we Be set by grace at liberty, Can bear fruit Can bring worship Can have our hearts cleansed and hands As the holiness of God demands; No, it all starts in the heart and with that we must honestly deal, Before the throne humbly kneel, For grace plead, knowing how much of that we need, And how much more than we know we need, He is willing to grant, Willing and gracious and He knows The wicked deceit which in every heart grows