Make Pure
Searcher of spirits, Try Thou my reins and heart; Cleanse Thou my inward part- Turn, overturn and turn. Wood, hay and stubble see Spread out before Thee; Burn, burn. - Worker in gardens, Dig round my hidden root, Let branch, leaf, bud and fruit Respond in quickened life. Seek out the canker there- Cut out and do not spare Thy knife. - Savior of sinners, Out of depths I cry, "Perfect me, patient One;" In Thy revealing light, I stand confessed-outright, Undone. - O to be holy! Thou wilt not say me nay Who movest me to pray: "Enable to endure." Spiritual cleansing Fire, Fulfill my heart's desire: Make pure. -Amy Carmichael "I am the true vine and My Father is the vinedresser. Every branch in Me that does not bear fruit He takes away; and every branch that bears fruit He prunes, that it may bear more fruit." John 15:1-2 The purest place, that is where I long to be; and if that means pruning, then it means pruning... O, but Lord, will it hurt? Yes. It will