I grip a rusty nail, clutching it in my weary hand.
Today, a day to pierce. A day to crucify.
Crucify my flesh, my selfishness that has run rampant too long.
Nail it to the cross, forcing a selfish heart to surrender all as His blood drips and His mercy flows.
A daring prayer coming from the depths of my heart ... Crush me Lord, until there is nothing left of Sarah Dawn, that my life may exude a fragrant aroma and only be resurrected in your power and glory.
In His gentleness, mercy, and strength, He holds the clay of my life in His fingers and crushes. It hurts. I cry out with tears of joy mingled with the pain.
My heart exposed, my selfishness revealed in the light of His grace.
I roll the nail in my hand. A tinge of doubt. I've grown accustomed to my selfish ways.
Jesus, you took the nail for me. This time, I ask you take the hammer.