Ezekiel 36:26

I wish that I was made of stone,

That my heart couldn’t feel

All the things that tear at it,

The hurts that will not heal.

The half life that I seem to live,

Though all my days are full,

Wears at my heart like rising tide

With its relentless pull.

Life chips away at who I am,

The tears that I must hide

Spill through the fault lines in my heart

Til they crack open wide.

The weeds of loneliness and pain

Grow up around this wreck;

They twist their way into the cracks,

I crumble, fleck by fleck.

The broken stone that is my life

I give to you, Oh Lord,

And take the life and heart of flesh

That you’ve healed and restored.

Ezekiel 36:26
I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.