There's a lot of dirt in the world, and a
lot of people who tracked it onto the floor of my heart.
Some feet left behind the sands of
Some feet stomped in and left muddy tracks
Some feet smeared the floor with shame.
They all left dusty confusion and dirty
I tried a lot of different ways to get the
filthy floor clean.
And I had to keep people outside, lest they
realize what a dreadful person I was, for getting so much dirt on the floor of
Then when I had given up on ever getting it
clean, When I thought I would have to keep the door locked forever; I met a man,
HE said He could clean up every kind of
dirt. But I had to let HIM in.
HE had to do the work, I had to show HIM the
dirt and the mess that I showed NO ONE.
That scared me. But there was a gentleness
and compassion in HIS eyes That I had never seen before.
And I wanted to believe what HE said, even
though I could not understand.
How could HE possibly do what I had tried so
hard to do, And so miserably failed.
So, ashamed of the mess, Afraid to get my
hopes up again, trying to guard against one more disappointment, One more
I reluctantly let HIM in, into the depths of
HE came in as though HE knew exactly where
HE scanned the decorations on the walls.
HE glanced at the polished furniture.
HE noted the scrubbed woodwork. and HE gazed
intently at all the dirt on the floor of my heart.
But, HE didn't turn away in disgust.
HE didn't laugh.
HE didn't scold me.
HE looked, and HIS eyes turned sad.
HE saw all the tracks that the world had
HE saw the kicks and the stomps and the
scars, from the people that had never bothered to wipe their feet at anyone's
HE saw the places I had tried so hard to
clean, there on the floor of my heart.
HE had in HIS hand a broom.
A sturdy broom, made for serious cleaning.
HE called the broom "TRUTH"
HE worked patiently and painstakingly,
taking HIS time.
When HE was finished, the floor was smooth,
But it was a very dull and barren floor.
It looked like all the feet and accumulated dirt had scuffed the surface beyond repair;
And no matter how clean it was, The
floor of my heart would always be a very ugly floor.
HE laid the broom aside and knelt down.
HE ran HIS hand over the surface, feeling
the dirt still ground into the scars.
Tears began to fall from HIS eyes, As HE
grieved for what the world had done.
HE sat for a long time weeping;
Feeling the scornful scuffs and stomping
demands, Listening for gentle footsteps that never came.
And as HE wept tears of love and compassion,
The tears formed a little pool beside HIM, and began to seep down into the scuff
Silently dissolving the ground-in dirt.
And in the center of the pool, there began
to show a little color.
JESUS saw the color and began to smile, and
as HE smiled, HIS face gave off light, And in the light, the color began to
JESUS threw back HIS head and shouted with
Because the floor of my heart, swept clean by the sturdy broom of TRUTH,
Washed with HIS tears, It was not hopelessly marred at all.
You see, JESUS saw that the floor of my
heart had been laid by HIS very own FATHER.
and when HIS FATHER lays a foundation,
He uses pure gold.
I pray that you too will let JESUS into the
depths of your heart,
Let HIM sweep it clean with the broom of
Let HIM wash the deepest of sins and hurt
away with HIS tears of love.
And you will discover that HIS FATHER has
laid in you a foundation that the world cannot destroy.
For GOD HIMSELF has created YOU
A person of great worth.