Dirt Covered Treasure

I come to You, offering You my heart

I reach toward You, offering all I have to give

My heart, my dirt-covered treasure

I come to You like a child

Holding out a grubby handful of wildflowers with dirt clods at the ends

You can have it, my dirt-covered treasure

It's a little dirty, but it's Yours

It's a little dirty, but it's all I have to give

Maybe it can be Your treasure too

You stand there in perfection

Your garment gleams radiant

I stand here covered in smudges and stains

I reach for You with my dirty hands

And I marvel that You don't shrink away

As I come towards You, I falter and stumble

Wearing garments of sin and ignorance

Your garment gleams radiant

You stand there in perfection

I come to You, offering You my heart

I reach toward You, offering all I have to give

Like a woman who has known loss, and pain, and hurt, and rejection

My wounds, my scar-covered past

You can have it

It's a little dirty, but it's Yours

It's a little dirty, but it's all I have to give

You look down at me and say, "I have known loss, and pain, and hurt, and rejection too"

I look up at You and say, "Maybe we can be each other's treasure"