Monday, October 19, 2009

waiting on the Gardener...

make me, Lord, a garden
till my very soul
so the deepest parts of me
surrender to Your hold

underneath the surface
Your tiller overturns
stones that need removing
that by me must be spurned

i, Your laborer, go out
in the field that is my life
gathering stones unpleasing
causing sin, condemnation, strife

and then Your plow digs deeper
to the very heart of me
revealing impure motives
thoughts no one else can see

the pain of this deep plowing
the guilt and oh the shame ~
You wash it all away
by sending gentle, healing rain

the Gardener walks through daily
inspecting what's been done
to see the field is ready
for His work has just begun

now the ground is fertile
the plan He's known all along
the Gardener starts his planting
and this is His sweet song

"I love you my sweet child
I've prepared you for My use
I will tend this garden
to bear the fruit I choose"

so who am i to question
seeds the Gardener will sow?
i am but a field
humble, meek and low

i pray the plantings come up
with roots that go down deep
that the Gardener as He passes
will see growth with which He's pleased

that in the times of weeding
or of pruning, sunshine or rain
may i be found abiding
trusting without strain

and as the seasons pass
may i begin to see
that i've become the garden
He planned me to be

may He find pure pleasure
may i find joy divine
as He walks the peaceful pathways
He laid out before time


song of songs 4:16
Awake,north wind,and come,south wind!
Blow on my garden,that its fragrance may spread abroad.

john 15:1
My Father is the Gardener.

matthew 13:1-9
The Parable of the Sower
That same day Jesus went out of the house and sat by the lake. Such large crowds gathered around him that he got into a boat and sat in it, while all the people stood on the shore. Then he told them many things in parables, saying: "A farmer went out to sow his seed. As he was scattering the seed, some fell along the path, and the birds came and ate it up. Some fell on rocky places, where it did not have much soil. It sprang up quickly, because the soil was shallow. But when the sun came up, the plants were scorched, and they withered because they had no root. Other seed fell among thorns, which grew up and choked the plants. Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop—a hundred, sixty or thirty times what was sown. He who has ears, let him hear."

photo from one of my favorite gardens ~ surreybrooke in frederick,md

Friday, October 16, 2009

Corners of a Heart...

I know You must be working
Although I cannot see
The secret places - corners of a heart

A spirit so resistant
Impenetrable it seems
Faraway, it holds itself apart

I turn it over daily
And wait upon Your time
Discouragement tries to find a home

And though I may grow weary
Be tempted to give up
I'm holding onto Hope in You alone

Draw this heart to You, my Lord
As only You can do
Enter secret places hidden there

Lay it all bare and open
Tread upon my soul
Crushing yet releasing fragrance rare

You know my every corner
Nothing hides from You
A heart of stone, You can mold like clay

So, here it is my Father
I give it up to You
Trusting You are working day by day

Hebrews 4:13
Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of Him to whom we must give account.

Ezekiel 36:26
I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit in you; I will remove from you your heart of stone and give you a heart of flesh.