Mark 4
He is my gardner,
He’s breaking down the hard ground
And pulling out my weeds,
He is diligent in his work
As he plants his seeds.
He wants them to get deep
Down into my soul,
To take root there
So that I can grow.
He is a diligent gardner
He wants me to bear fruit,
See, the seeds are His Word
And the seeds are His Truth.
The thorns and the weeds
And the stony ground,
Are wordly desires
And Satan trying to hold me down.
But I am determined
To be a good gardner like he,
So, I will sow his Word
And live for thee!
I will sleep each night
Without fear,
Without worries
And without tears.
For my faith has grown
And I am strong with the Lord,
I will reap what I have sown
Great will be my reward!
Amen!
Copyright © Rebekah Shipp | Year Posted 2007
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