Render your heart unto me and not your garments says the Father.
Come into the secret place my child and spend time with me. It is here I will mould, shape and make your heart into the image and likeness of my one and only begotten son. For it is your heart I am after and not your garments.
So come. Come and enjoy my rest and fellowship with me.
We could talk or just be. Just be a Father and child hanging out. Oh how I long to embrace you in my loving arms and comfort you.
I am the potter. And you are the clay. While the moulding process may have been long and some of it not to your liking, know that I have nothing but your best interest at heart.
After all, did I not give my only begotten up so I could gain you as an inheritance.
Come I say and render your heart unto me. Hold it out to me in the palm of you hands for I promise to be gentle with it. And when I return a full heart of flesh it will be filled with my glory and goodness.
So when the world sees you, they will see your Father.