Servant Heart

Servant Heart In a world of gloomy places When my foolish heart would take an axe To the Tree of Life, Dig up its roots, drain the River, Make a bonfire of the leaves With healing for the nations, Joy on springs Offers me a servant heart, Living in the presence of eternal bounty, That in its deepest olive garden hour Knows its need for God Offers not submission but transcendent ambassador Sent on God’s mission When hope breeds joy Bursting from primitive silence - Eloping into divine verse - Like a tap root sent deep into blind depths, Deaf to the reveries of benediction Taking credit for Heaven’s grace, My simpleminded heart feeds on manna To tend the Tree of Life Born again, To feed its roots in the mortal wilderness Wash soiled and weary feet in the River Make a balm with leaves for healing of the nations From a servant heart planted in the jewel of ecstasy. 5-5-22 Contest: Brian Strand Premiere Sponsor: Brian Strand