MY FATHER ~ THE GARDENER

Oh-oh! The Lord's in a gardening mood,

Look out ~ what’s He up to now?

I know it will be for my good,

But I fear it will hurt, ~ somehow!

To prune off a branch that’s awry?

Or is weeding what’s in His mind more?

There are roots in my heart He must pry .

I’d sooner, just leave them alone,

Pretend that they’re not really there,

But He weeds them because I’m His own,

And for me, my Lord, really does care.

There are weeds that are choking my heart,

Roots that will get in the way;

And He says that it’s time that we start,

The weeds, from the fruit, pull away.

No doubt it will cause me some pain,

It will not be easy to do,

But I know it’s for your Kingdom’s gain,

Lord, I’ve trusted my heart, unto You.

© 17/2/02