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