Call To Serve
Call to Serve
I can smell the scent of sacrifice.
I am called to do Your bidding.
I can smell the sweet scent of blooms,
The fruit that I am to produce.
The garden still needs tending.
Every day and every night.
The thorns and weeds need removing
And tender shoots need to be allowed to sprout.
The sound of nature surrounds me.
It is Your will for me to plant and grow disciples
It is Your will for me to grow and produce fruit.
To share Your light in the dark places,
To heal the hurt and mend the broken.
Lord fill me with Your Holy Spirit to do Your will.
Tend Your garden Lord that I may bear Your fruit.
Remove the thorns and dead branches,
That I may grow more like You.
Amen.
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