The divine broom
Of his wondrous love
Sweeps over the hidden
Crevices of my soul.

Careful not to miss
The hard to reach places
Of nooks and crannies,
He sweeps behind the doors,
And even ‘neath the rugs.

And removing the particles
Of dirt and dust from the heart,
He sweeps and sweeps
Until he has swept it all away,
And I am clean.