Make My Heart Good Soil

[Intro] A hand opens over broken ground Four kinds of silence waiting down [Verse 1] Some seed falls hard where the pathway lies Footsteps pass and the daylight dries The word arrives but the heart stays sealed A guarded door that will not yield [Pre-Chorus] What we keep at the surface Can vanish before it takes root [Chorus] Make my heart good soil Turn the stone beneath my skin Let the living word go deeper Let the patient work begin No borrowed green, no momentary fire No crowded thorns that choke desire Make my heart good soil Till a harvest rises from within [Movement II] [Verse 2] Some seed lands where the rock runs near It springs up fast in a burst of cheer But when the heat lays bare the field The rootless promise cannot heal [Pre-Chorus] What blooms without endurance Cannot stand when the cost comes due [Chorus] Make my heart good soil Turn the stone beneath my skin Let the living word go deeper Let the patient work begin No borrowed green, no momentary fire No crowded thorns that choke desire Make my heart good soil Till a harvest rises from within [Movement III] [Verse 3] Some seed grows where the thorns have spread Cares crowd close around its head The glittering pull, the hunger to own Builds a wall around the throne [Bridge] Cut through the roots that feed the fear Teach me what I worship here Strip every rival from the field Until the buried life is healed [Breakdown] Not the loudest start Not the quickest bloom But the surrendered heart Makes a wider room [Movement IV] [Verse 4] Then seed falls deep in a waiting place Held by mercy, shaped by grace It hears the word and keeps it near Through patient seasons, year by year [Final Chorus] Make my heart good soil Turn the stone beneath my skin Let the living word go deeper Let the patient work begin A hundredfold where love is sown A life no longer mine alone Make my heart good soil Till a harvest rises from within [Post-Chorus] Deep roots, open hands Faithfulness through shifting lands Deep roots, open hands Your word is growing where I stand [Outro] The field is quiet, full and green The hidden work has made it seen What You have planted, You will tend From buried seed to fruitful end