Excuse me Mr. God,
May I have a new heart please?
I’m afraid this one is rather bruised and battered…it may even be broken…it certainly doesn’t seem to work anymore.
Oh!…Oh! I didn’t realise that. I didn’t realise that I could only have one, that it was irreplaceable.
I would have treated it better. You know, looked after it more If I had realised that it was the only one I was going to get.
Can I really not have another one?
So many, many people have trampled over this one…and I…and I have got it so dirty so, so many, many times.
I don’t think it will last much longer.
Please help me, Mr. God.
I can have your heart?
How will that work?
You will join our hearts together? Your heart is sufficient for both of us?
But..phew… it will mean that I cannot keep mine to myself anymore.
I know that it’s not very good, but it is my heart.
There is no other choice.
My broken, battered, dirty, dying heart, alone,
Your eternal heart, together.
Thank you. I would like to accept your offer.