YHWH stood up from His throne. Casting His compassionate eyes on the surface of His planet, earth. He saw many dead. Those whose purpose was to dishonor Him. Those His righteous anger burned against. "Vengeance is Mine". But there were the living. Those who lived in the joy He gave them. Those who would spend their never-ending lives in His kingdom.
He searched among the dead, searching for the rotting but ready heart of stone. He found her, sitting among the scum and ashes she usually surrounded herself with. He reached out and took hold of the rock in her heart cavity. She grumbled and complained against Him, blaming Him for the pain He was inflicting. He tugged on it, but she held fast to it. He touched her eyes, and they saw Him who they were created to behold. Her lips were silenced. She had to trust Him. He knew something about her heart, her most treasured possession, all that she knew. He whispered to her that it was rotting, and He had something better for her then the filth she loved. She believed Him, and let go of the stone.
YHWH crushed the stone in His strong hands, it crumbling to dust. Then He touched the empty space in her chest, and behold, a beautiful heart sprung up. It was clean and pure. He took the girl in His arms, wiping the grimy tears from her eyes. He cried cleansing tears on her, and washed her in His grace. He stood her up among the dead. And she took her first step upward, holding His hand.
