Plead all you want to a heart of stone,

There’s no way it’ll ever love you.  

Offer up the finer things,

Greed hates them 

When they’ve lost the “new”.  

No.  

What’s needed here resides outside;

Strategic war, 

A genocide.  

Lift out the stone.  

And in its place,

A heart of flesh from God replace.  

It’s easy for a heart of stone

To love those things it calls its own.  

But love like God’s is foreign ground.  

To the heart whose beat makes not a sound.