A New Garden
These rugged hills that fill my soul,
these pinnacles of joy and pain,
the valleys, deep, between them, Lord,
the forests, dim, and sun-swept plains--
come, walk with me, my God, and know
this land, this kingdom of my heart;
you be the monarch; I the slave,
obedient in every part.
I would be Yours; I welcome You;
completely yield all I call mine
and readily submit my will,
all choices to my King resign.
Come rule and resurrect the life
that died in Eden's shameful fall;
plant a new garden where You are
Friend, Savior, and the Lord of all.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
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