"Give me a heart of flesh for a heart of stone!" she cried.
She stood in a graveyard in front of a tombstone. It was dark & she couldn't make out the name- but she knew it was hers. It was very old... worn & discoloured. This was her "heart of stone", standing in judgment of her, standing as a witness to her life. Beneath her, in the ground, lay her rotting corpse. The green grass was thick & uniform, unmolested by machine or shovel. This was not a fresh grave.
"A heart of flesh for a heart of stone", He said. He came at dawn & kicked over the tombstone. The wages of her sin had been death, but His gift to her was life. She would now live to make His name known- with a heart of flesh for a heart of stone.
Ezekiel 36:25-27, Isaiah 12, Romans 6:23