Matthew 12:34
You brood of vipers, how can you who are evil say anything good?
For out of the over flow of the heart the mouth speaks.

Hearts are funny, treacherous things. God has confronted me with the fruit in my life. The idols, the desires, the fears all bear bad fruit. God is such a loving gardener that He refuses to leave my heart untended. He confronts me and blesses me with mercy far beyond what I deserve. Praise Him, PRAISE Him, PRAISE HIM!

I read this in a Hymnal. It's the words of Howard Thurman.

Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart.

Here is the citadel of all my desiring,

where my hopes are born
and all the deep resolutions of my spirit take wings.
In this center, my fears are nourished,
and all my hates are nurtured.
Here my loves are cherished,
and all the deep hungers of my spirit are honored
without quivering and without shock.
In my heart, above all else,
let love and integrity envelop me
until my love is perfected and the last vestige
of my desiring is no longer in conflict with thy Spirit.
Lord, I want to be more holy in my heart.
Amen.